{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #11} {Noiseless Silence}

The sound's

of the noiseless

silence that

ringings out

in their head's

like the

amplifiers

sound's off

that she's

dead `n` she

lays there in

the echoes of

hysteria `n` 

the noiseless

noise covered

her lifeless

emotionless

body with the

darkness as

the amplifiers

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Australia Centurion

Heidelberg light, hard edged;

not sharp-cutting wire

knifed thru fractured mica.

as old canvas turns

gold to sepia, brown to aged

ebony, in descending years

gone back, down, away,

to where we survive

and lie cocooned – like pupae

of paper wasps

in interstices of time, locked

in desiccated people-nests.

alive and dy...

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