Maladies & Triumph

I have, this past year
opened myself up to Karl & the boys
for character assassination.
But they step lightly.

The air is rendered in delicate hues:
breathable, by luck...

As far as gossip goes-
a sprig of vine in a vegemite jar,
glowing, for no discernable reason.
& nudes. Emblematic.

Long-held belief systems
collapsing in a slight northerly.
My nose runs.

Other wise you can come in
-your moderate views like ribbons

the party spilling over
into the front yard,

from where we can watch
novice hoons practice burnouts.