The phenomena
wasn't...

Give and take
barbs...

Someone should tell
the red wattlebirds...

I turned
into a banshee...

The sadness of self-destruction
that peaks like sand...

Sweep away
maudlin vibes...

What's
good or bad...

Almost in a trance
seamlessly segues...

Who am I
who are we...

Better
to write a poem...

Even the pain
of memory...

Watching
the sea fall...