some people see the world in abstract or self-portrait 
i look at the world in landscape 
you know 
big open spaces 
not too much in it.
right now i’d like to mention
that i’m changing my thinking
but mostly just like a melbourne season.  
these people avoid me like a
hearse on a sunday-morning road.  
baby i’m a plague
breathe me in and i’ll sicken your soul.
treating all these cavities like they’re hospital wards.
i look at getting better like getting worse backwards.
like wet carpets i’ll linger, in the wake of these floods 
you know the ones 
the ones that pour from her eyes.
you know I’ll rise
like bread in the bakery oven, temperature high
i need to cool-down
but not in the general sense, more like a gun
so i can keep firing.  

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