Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  we borrow from the dead

  i had a banana it was yum im gonna smoke more tea if time permits

  choice i choose not to write

  green dream grenade army babe titties & guns id settles for a coffee & a cigarette red tray with eyes sewn shut the leader does not exist is there ever a moment of clarity?

  & it's off somewhere else multiple theatres of poetry in praise of war roses without scent

  am i just chattin shit? do i exist? who writes this poem? it's called a man