The Land Stained Yellow
In my utter despair
When on the brink of destruction
I saw a path
Heading towards my eternal dream
My Soprano –my peace; then,
I lost my audacity
And slept on the rail line:
I hide myself
In red duct tape room
To find my eerie solace
In blasphemous books
Crying for the last cootamundra wattle
Inside my heart
O mountains be merciful
To the new madman in town
2012-11-17
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