haiku: [enjambement]

enjambement breaks into sunshine like a dog upon a pond reflections collide in the state forests full of green ukrainians built a big square pool a private lesiure centre up past anglesea beware the great ocean roads corrugation wonder tyres love the earths drains some shattered morning a koala a chainsaw australian dreams of horizontal views of empty posession of a level plane up past angahook beyond the loggers canvas camps desolation sounds like yesterday bitterness as currency some velvent yawning too little dreaming empty materialist non-conformity worn like a warning batteries silent missiles on the old fritz time for thermals time to hit whats left of tomorrow helling all the day another petrol tank to fill time for dreaming to commence your wish will now begin take a deep breath begin to walk enjambement

Comments

Anonymous said…
been down to the coast
have we? fairhaven my guess
inlet air all round
2/19/2005 07:44:00 am
David Prater said…
incorrect, i'm afraid:
I was at a tribal rave
with some friends of mine
2/19/2005 12:50:00 pm
Anonymous said…
I have been wrong once:
when I said I was but wasn't!
Where was the rave, then?
2/21/2005 07:57:00 am
David Prater said…
the ukrainian
folk centre, something like that:
hippies everywhere
2/21/2005 10:15:00 am
Anonymous said…
????? ??????????? how strange!
next thing we know you'll ask for
equal rights -
they're yours !
2/22/2005 01:03:00 am
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