You Write A Scene, And It Works

And I Kissed Away A Thousand Tears My Lady Of The Various Sorrows Some Begged, Some Borrowed, Some Stolen Some Kept Safe For Tomorrow.

It's An Australian Thing To Be Dismissive. We Find That Endearing. Americans Don't. They Believe What You Say.

I Just Found This World A Hard Place To Be Good In,’ Says Bunny, Then He Closes His Eyes And, With An Expiration Of Breath, Goes Still.

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

It Was About The Preciousness Of That, And How They Viewed Those Birds As Art, As Something Valuable. I Didn't Care One Way Or Another Back Then, But Now, Thinking About My Grandparents - Who Are Still Alive But Getting Older - I See The Birds As Sort Of Time Capsules. Now I Go Home During The Holidays And They Hold A Lot Of Weight In Terms Of Nostalgia And Memory. Now They Mean Everything.