It’s coming kids. SEPT – 1ST WEEKEND.
Here is a taste….
I harpooned white whales
Chasing happiness like ( ol capt’n )Ahab across fathoms of churning ocean
Took Thompson fear and loathing to heart till notions of battalions of bats screeching up my inside was preferable to the tome of war and peace or paradise lost in romance sunk under 40 000 leauges of sea
I Burned lovers like Bradbury’s firemen Fahrenheit 451 style but like Owell suggests…
dont double think it.
But…
I see the way you read me
Facinated by forgotten chapters, tossed drafts,
this man-sized dust piled manuscript of mad moments
You sift gems in the musty back of the bookshop fossicking find- before you this metaphor was mine
Then you came
Discovering strange precious things with a hopeful dubious eye like a miner staking fortune on a patch of unbroken dirt
dubious I don’t doubt experience has learnt
When mining for hearts disappointment still hurts
And everything’s is narrative
Having calloused my heart too
digging down for diamond hearts
With spade and club and joker
We mine in flirting metaphor
Do I have a full house in this cosmic game of poker,
2 pair maybe, A high card, keep digging…
A royal flush to stake it all on?
ANYWAY… TO SEE IT ALL. GET TO NIMBIN SEPT 6th and 7th….
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