Well, what to say..1982..depth charges in the Criterion Pub in Foveaux St, a kitten called Psycho ..Malcolm Fraser, the drought , candy cobalt blue Kawasaki z750, L2 , decrepit terrace in Strawberry Hills . I transcribed this poen onto the kitchen door jamb , it was that sort of Dogs in Space house.., that sort of Dogs in Space Life..with more classical music and motor bikes..


The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Dylan Thomas