By Lionel Fogarty
‘Dear earth why hurt don’t work
Why the thing not meant still happen
As if pies are in the sky
Come over to the bright side were cold
Olds the young age in holders fold.
Come together were all shade off green
Blue’s the mooring after pain gone.
Made by your hand, solitary superficial
Attention beclouds your out coma’s
Do stimulative your pulse toward our road.
All to one and one to all.
Untie theses untied waves
Earth be the push down fade out wrong
You’re in struggle
Subdued at the puller component
Belligerent code fisticuffs that cup off
Tea for teases is chase thought
Every darkened demand.
Freeway teeth a distant humming on backloads
Across gathers wanting to feel eucalyptus sunlight greeting.
Cursed commuted composed honourable
Caged society saw fattened offenses.
Govern bind body at crime the mountain
Weep truth to the integrity for a summit pleasant providence
Confinement never fine folly apology
When exchange anguishes the soul.
Serenity in singular can be
Grown on any age lines
The harvest vest pasture
In the kitchen
Groans an riddles
When the love will last
The space won’t
Rat the human race
As rage lay about
Open my paper tray when the ray ragged