Flatline Red Sky

Gathering

The dust and flames from fast recall

Smothering

All the thoughts and prayers you call

Blasting

Winds through canopy to embers fall

Leaving

Nothing untouched anymore

Song of a City, Canberra

1. (3/4)

Crushing up, the morning frost

Spinning your roundabout

Up and down, the shouting hills

Wattles blooming all way

As one, the Phoenix of lake

Is summoned by us all

2. It’s an cold empty city in the wintertime

They only come here in the spring

When the autumn leaves fall

They make us to close the door

And come, the Phoenix of lake

Is summoned by us all

(time sig change to 2/2)

3. Blazing summer

High in the sky

Blazing summer

Fry your eyes

Blazing summer

(slow) Canberra summer

(back to 1)

The egg of comfortable numbness

In their shell

Egg beyond the pain

Yolk of a unknown self

to find the self truth

Balloons on the brain

Lifting me far away

Helping sit in the abstract beyond

Fine, gone, wrong

Am I good for the hen or cock?

Reciprocity motto layers the beast

Always asleep next to me

Never hatching, like me inside this shell

Paper machine in a paper shell

Egg made by the same name as I

Will I hatch?

Will I latch?

Will I merge with the other me?

I’m scared.

Scared of what will be

It’s ok for now though this egg is comfy

One day though, all the futures I can see

Self-truth is my me

Rather than this price

A dip for a dollar, a coin in your eyes

Bore onto our gold beads

Explain dolphins to your alien friends

Was on a balmy silver day

Lasting tinctures of single strands of sunlight on whispers of clouds that drip to our outstretched tounges

Quality or sorority, collars and chains

Meaning if this law, this isn’t a brittle magic draw

Drip into dollars, ravens claw

Do we all know the mysteries of Elenor?

Rather than this price, energy is just the working might

Calamity street

Dodgers on a street mistreat all they greet Moldy shirtsleeves looking in the dirty earthly thirsty drags

smelt like the strike of blight, no they are not alright

Podgers conjured by the constabulary 

thicken the air with their reactionaries 

pressed clean curt is their mirth 

gelt like the pike of mights, no they are not right

 

Tendril islands 

Gentle careful aches for touch

Much sense filled to almost brimming

In your kisses I am swimming 

Bring, bring us tendril islands 
Let’s go together 

Lost on our island forever 

Never, ever be anything but us

Oh, flounder and thrust
Tickle, trickles into a caress 

I’m sorry but I might make a mess

Wispering silence as much as you can best

The lick of a breast 
For long our nibbles

Trouble with tribbles

Plays quitely on your TV

I steal a kiss passionately 
Clever girl, your gasping breath says

Tendril of your tounge finds

Sipping your wine, for it’s time 

For partaking of mine 
Tendril islands

Put into motion

Drinking this potion

Lost in my ocean 

Pop up monkey vs Phoenix 

A pop up monkey with brass knuckles She lulled the Phoenix that was armed with a metal bar

It made a ping as the warrior Monkey hit it 

Phoenix knew their was no use crying and turned to their martial art known as the Sketch Method

Monkey tussled up her Navy training to support her revolutionary ways 

Phenonix was raised by wolves and Amanda Palmer and knew how to reef the knots of hits that came its way

Monkey ripped her dirty rotten imbeciles shirt and lit it with Phenoxis own flames she transit with a pong and muttered the magic words “West Pac”

The spell made the flame burst green bricks and brass rubber bands that flew into the air with speed 

They hit Phoenix with a mighty cockbeltch leasing it to swear on mighty Astro zombies and re supply its presentables 

Monkey made a mental note to mention this battle to her friend the Elk next time she visited the factory and prepared for the Phenoxis retailing blow

The Phenoxi knew it was beaten and flew up into a mighty flame that spelled the letters N S and K

Monkey was pleased at its victory and looked to see what prize she would be able to put into her locker 

It was just a Kingswood kid? 

“Oh Super Ralen? I’m going to have to get the cash for this one. I was hoping for a Lyre of Byrdland. Such is life.”

She picked it up, and took off to find a good burns ward.