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we cannot hear the sound of blood .. nor touch those random victims who .. cry out from the very moment .. when the electrodes are applied
You will look left and right .. so many times .. the road will never be crossed ... Swim in nothing deeper .. than a basin ... and say a prayer .. before you sleep at night.
even if we spent the next hundred years .. carving roast lamb on Sundays .. buttering white bread .. and boiling Brussels sprouts .. we could never be them .. nor they us
He was flying up the guts .. hair and legs and arms ablaze .. Tacklers flew and flew again .. failing to disturb his crazed .. run of passion ... under Queensland skies.
Her face gives little away except .. there is a definite invitation to worship .. which we do in our own way .. hearing in this hall .. built with unholy oil, whispers of war
All along the cell-block .. The singing echoes like a threat .. voice flatter than Bob Dylan's .. loaded with false jocularity .. his sweat sour in the grey slot
To attain God everything must go: will, self, knowledge, word, God Himself ... Their faith is words. Mine unspeakable.
your community is at call and liberty ... stands o'er an alien harbour ... the land of promise wherein thou art a stranger
phosphorus .. above empty streets .. politicians promise .. vengeance will bring peace
outside a rank of .. gloomy farm utes .. wide-eyed gazing .. hound dog howling .. crooning a primal .. lovelust upwards .. towards a doughy .. round of moon.
I love the way you go from fat to thin ... Straight to curly (October 2008)
You are the city that recognised .. no temple but yourself ... those precious sparkling walls of intellect ... Shall I go down and trouble .. you with my touch? You as yet able .. to bar the gates
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