one day

leads to another

Sinead O'Connor - Peggy Gordon

sad by nature

sadness is my friendly haven

it makes me feel

it gives me things to love

and miss

it finds beautiful music

to serenade me

it makes me think of

the happiness that has been

and will be

old sculptures

'old sculptures'

jack said that, and it applies here

looking into the past

love the times in adelaide

the places, people, weather

the food

just evacuating myself from

my brother's house

at christies beach

gives me a sense of sadness

to be leaving

adelaide rocked me gently

showed me love

from people

and sent me questing into new things

art school was a distinct mental shift

for me, that shift gave me so much

i wander amongst the memories,

picking over the rubble

john mcguinness is there,

existing only in my memory

now.

i've been toasted in forty degrees

i've been drenched in sheets of driving rain

and cleansed by a mother of a wind

now i move on to older climes

salt bush red dirt strong wind blue sky hot sun

down the drain...

glass breaks

but i just feel like it

time doesn't wait

but i do

rain falls outside

i'm drenched on the inside

the emotional pain

is now physical

sinking

sinking

sunk

metaphorically speaking

kick your arse and move

the excrement

all the way back from whence it came

to me and the back door

closed behind me

and in front of me is the moon

obtuse inkwell

unwelcome night thoughts

keeping thoughts in the black

not the red

red red dirt of home

bring me my medicine

i feel sick

with worry

and its 5 in the morning

keeping thoughts in the black

not the red

red red dirt of home

drip drip drip

thoughts into the abyss

not the red

red red dirt of home