On the edge of the circle
I'm sitting on the edge of the circle
one foot ready to run
the music is light
the light is bright
I don't think they're so clever
the circle tightens
my cramp worsens
the messiah touches a teenager
there's murmuring
I stand and point
the messiah leaves with someone's wife
Almost Blue
The sky was almost blue
when she drove
onto Mountain Road and
left dust in the trees
what she loved
now she hated
and she said so
it was obvious
she was running
the day she landed
crimson in her eyes
black bangles; hair
changing in the wind
she could see the lights
from the verandah
life in the universe
and me in my cords
wondering what
to do next
