
the restaurant at the end of..heading to the four corners of nowhere.the restaurant at the end of..7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
screech of ducks swooping How did we fly here?
while we're rolling in the muddy banks of a tributary, listening to the
songs of carp, warbled through the crystal curtains.
drawn, draped and tangled so we're up to our knees in the
ice, blanketed and trudging through autumnal reeds -
coloured like a quoll scrabbling across a desert of
gum leaves collected into jackets we match with koala-skin boots.
we stroll sweating along trails with undefined edges and stray
only for toilet breaks amongst beetles, chitin

And Stars Headingand what of the times when I'm so lostAnd Stars Heading7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp More Like This
Stars are shining in the bright day
Heading for the times when I'm away..
and when is the moment when I'm near
star-burst shining forth its light
heading backwards through the stream
and now I'll say just one more thing
Stars are clinging over me
Heading up for one last time around
and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
heading to the four corners of nowhere.
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