21/10/26 As One Poem rebalance back to porridge for the first time since the descent... time to read the details one cannot heavy lift every day less the hernia compounds pus coming out of my ear a break from music for the music of life today i listen to the city as a city sider i cannot exile my centre i must grow in the concrete where i take a piss & the grasses take seed between the cracks carried in the soil of the worms bones & entrails beneath there are no accidents in life unless there is sanity too madness is all good & well as long as the electrician doesn't zap another fatally we each have our job to do regardless of this mental illness diagnosis i am not only a patient anymore than the prisoners of aged care at sundown are unable to teach the younger even the whiskers on her chin -- vale ingrid & i had many chats a keenly intelligent autodidact who'd lived most her life in state care orphaned early, a refugee she'd lived most her lon...
Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words