It was my grandpa who lured Old Methuselah out from the tannic depths of the lake. We were fishing for marron in the shallow waters of a small bay beside the dam wall, the jarrah forest at our back ... [+]
I dropped
an
ice cube
into
the sea
which sort
of replied
as if to
say
you haven't
made much
impression
on me
So
I threw
a twig
into a
wood and
thought
to myself
that will
change
things
around,
yet it
still looked
the same,
couldn't
even
hear a
sound
So
I climbed
a high hill
and shouted
real loud
at the world
to stop,
but it just
kept turning
round and round
and turning
the sun
on
and
off
and then a
little loving kiss
on the sweet neck
of my lover
lit up a warm
light and
we were
bathed in it.