The billabong booms with the kind of
blokes and bush rangers that rest bundy...

Antique sunsets of your sincere heart;
hold depth alike moonlights glow...

My neighborhoods costume
is the wild west with...

I'd trim the strings of violins;
if I thought it would stop sorrow...

"Hush now darling don't say a word"
The halo above your head reaches a little higher...

Tasteful,
they are...

The next train you depart on
will hold the scent of cane fields and...

Too many times
I brushed springs...

Reminded I am,
by the constellation of stars...

I fell before you,
Dawn licking 'neath...

When I grow
I will bring Spinola bay to her garden, Saqqajja...

Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...