Melbourne

The days are ticking away and I have a list of things that must be conquered. I don't think that'll make these posts more or less relevant, but I suppose we shall see.


Bright lights.
Sometimes harsh, sometimes flattering.
Give us a drop.
Well, just a smattering!
Of vile delights and delightful viles.
Of brutish strength and feminine wiles.
Of skirts, and shirts, and fancy things.
Of bright sunlight and butterfly wings.
You're going straight to the top.
There's a high rise here that gleams
with surprise.
Open your eyes, you fool!
There's only one rule here.
Empty your glass.

If the gods wanted us to have dignity we wouldn't fart when we die.

So spit in the devil's eye.
Cars and carriages comport us through.
Bright lights
and night delights.
Everything intensified a thousandfold.
And here, well, try as you might,
you're unlikely to ever grow old.
So dance with me.
Dance with me under sun and stars,
and perhaps we'll be free,
but we needn't roam far.
For everything we need is here.