SYDNEY.... 

A LOT TO SAY ABOUT SUCH A TOWN HOWEVER I WILL LET YOUR EYES BE THE VOICE AND READ THE FOLLOWING FROM CURRENT EXPERIENCES HERE IN NSW (NEW SOUTH WHALES)

covered tracks

within this glass box i cannot see
the horror of beauty beneath me
subjected to siren to scream
for the arrival of death, the dream
from the ledge above he hits the tracks
shouting calling as the fatal attracts
that which once had the breathe that lives
now bleeds a heart that no longer gives
stuck standing wondered about
as still blank cries continue to shout
the hand that led across the way
for ten minutes later a stretchers dismay

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snowflaked distinction

hold i will your lacking of dare
the courage you encounter set a flare
it is distant, it is loving, it is a craving of felted saving
a rusted corrugation of snowflaked distinction
these numbered names of instinction 
who armed the evening in gratitude
in a dimly future of unknown altitude
often is the inconceivable
    a kept self
an orchard worked in wrongful song to soar
tables in weighted storm

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have a light?

he tells a good story
amidst his inadequate glory
a bar of bouncing
to sound his pouncing
in the spotlight of shaded show
of the little he does know
bending the escalation
which is best suited for triumphant deviation
of minded business spread through time
he quotes the quotable rhyme
the proud procession
of his most recent lesson
for each line he does deliver
nothing short of his drunken liver
as he licks his peach of vermouth
he lays a lie of wretched truth
in subtle silence of middle roared block
increases his desire to share his cock
and the audience seeks to leave
am i the next victim of an ego's grieve
woe this table of lonesome fello
do not bother to say hello
as your nervous shaking feet
oh no please i insist remain in your seat

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RFK '12