sleep becomes me
as sky weeps
sweet morning
on windscreens
all day I become
sleep as sky
keeps distance
clear high
sleep and I
could become again
but first this
sunset bleed
night's eclectic
screens
is the way home
clear
and sweet now
these flaming lips
play new tunes
live and high
over storeys
homeward street
Surry Hills, 5.15pm, 11 June 2003
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