2. Metamorphosis before Thirty
29th year of life
So I leave my friends drinking glasses of wine, ruby red like velvet skies with stars dancing in the wild and tangled heart.
A first reaction to visiting the wildlife photographer of the year exhibition where I was most impressed by a picture of an ancient snow gum.
The year is sinking softly down within me No Chateau Moulin Rouge. The russet leaves,
The gentle hand that turns the lock, drowsily ticking of the old kitchen clock. The crackle of sticks on glowing coals, The warmth that numbs the...
I think I need a little holiday from poetry . I seem to be turning into a Biblical Exegesis factory!
I'm high on the motorway of Sobriety's sins With caffeinated hair Buzzing electrically; Smoked up and choked up And carving through Carnage.