Rock and roll chained to the typewriter is
one way of putting it, Southern Comfort is another,
but without the comfort, and with the
ending a surprise, as the ending
repeats itself as the beginning back to front and
then refuses to come to an end.
Antipodean ornithokleptomane, at the same time a
drunken boat pilot who lost the boat, but
always busy with a pharmacopoeia of poetry:
metrical acrostics, aspirin, western and country,
sapphics, fish cakes, codeine phosphate,
odes to the Hawkesbury sun and moon and still
no end in sight, so keep rowing.