Flexuosa Again

Solid trunk weeping branches

Your leaves cast

Sensual shadows

melancholy

sweet bitterness melancholy dreaming

capsicum and chocolate

Yours on call

tell me when you

want a grecian

urn i’ll stand still

……………………………

Redgum

Let me see your hands

Show me your hands

Red see, like blood

Why do you do it?

Well its a wage its a living. Its not

So bad as you think.  You know

fuck all anyway. Think you

can just roll up, roll in  to town

and reckon you know everything.