i was raised in a traditional background youd recognise it,

two trees some rails a dolphin, sun going down,

the usual drug problem. what are you looking at?

god, suck it up. if only there were more like you

ready to settle. you were raised in korea & never learned

how to ride, or how to leer. im always strungout,

but nothing. even cooma & wagga begin to seem

appealing a dream of sublimation.

in a room talking to a generalised you.

rubbing & feeling semi anaesthetised, fate, in pieces like parrots,

i couldnt sleep so the doc gave me credit-

this isnt an ad i went to acland street to dance.

eventually shooting up with ajax my bookie.
sometimes i spend all day in the sandpit.

i left home, teddy bear in hand, wolves crying

toowhit toowhoo, dont come in. i only got into the water

to avoid getting into you. this isnt the way it ends;

cold turkey tepid crocodile farm, theres a man coming with speed

with half a bag of love-for half everybody,

& well wake up again, & change sides like pingpong.