so olde and tired
i end up in melbourne
ready to do 2 more nights of van park
come and see it for god sake
mechanics hall oakleigh fri and sat
it may be the final nights who can tell?
now im in a generic hotel cell
not the best or worst
everything muted
no fresh air available
ive done so much stuff lately
i cant even remember yesterdays name
or the music i made in some doped prism
i hurtle into the future nonetheless
hedges houses ditches
i write this and that
and things come together
fall apart
and yet some dream finds continuity in my sleep
where i’m hiding and persecuted in my underground
the traffic drones floors below my high room
mirrored in black glass that same old face
haggard rider of minds
diaspora of suburbia
ibis in glen waverly
tonight with vietnamese food
sam sejavka and john paul young
autumn rolls out of parks and drives
we go up to our rooms
and then sleep hits like a drug
and i dont care anymore
ive done my bit for a day
weary as weary can well be
goodnight
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