I set my sail for tempests door
Leave the bounds of my favourite shore...

Fingers twist, bruise my lips
Perusing the ambivalent flat screen...

The seat belt that restrains
Is of my constraint...

Down Colac
Runs this red gravel track...

Sun barely up
Adam from my sleeping bag...

I never knew a girl
Named...

Shattered stones lie at my feet
Fragmented fresco's...

Her routine was just the same day in day out
At 8.30am on the dot she would emerge...

Take me down to the school today
Take me down I wana play...

Woken by my boy this morning
At the age of seven...

I look out the window
My furrowed brow...

Flickering flame
Naked in its beauty...