Think of everything you've done throughout the day
then give
wrong directions
to lost strangers,
whatever their emergency
Sundays
the banality of cruelty
The fields at night
how many monsters graze
there in the darkness
between
myself and the sound of
that distant car
Romance
Two flies
Making beautiful
Maggots together
Love each other
More than shit
When I was a child
Devils were red
Demons were blue
The Great Dividing Range
Propped up from behind
With wooden planks
Flat & cut out