The view of the watery gardens suggested a truly

Verbal rosette. We see the world as a black and

White golf course. Constellations, like buttons on

Apollinaire. How much longer can we afford it?

We fall – in performance – in rose coloured costumes

shooooooooooooooorT Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaants

Leave your backpack and duty free gin with the

Luggage of the others. Now it’s too late to choose

Between a life of Christ: or of Buddha. I could hear the

Metal tearing but couldn’t see anything in the bathroom

CarrrrrrrrrrrrrrroT Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie

was the last thing I regretted about my

                                                                   BOYHOOD

                                                 Gosh is not an Australian WORD

                                                    Let it wash into the sea SAID

                                                              The Australian GOD

                                                                 So many WORD

                                                                    -s TRACED

                                                                     from SYD

                                                                     -ney. WORD

                                                               -s that APPEARED

                                                slightly rusty. (It was actually BLOOD


T-Plane; white magic. We use a different number system

And believe that this has improved the area’s economy. It

Was a century. It produced a lot of songs. We learnt to draw

On the back of an owl without falling. Now we’re slowly edging

Towards Babel in reverse. With a lot less languages of course

                                                    k-T-Pp-t-k k-T-Pp-t-k

                                                            We walk more

                              Depend on phrases that we learn to cut from bark

The idea of the tower disappears