28 April 2013
OLD POEM FOR WINTER MORNINGS
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Song Of Relief
The news came first by nightmare:
a vivid, snaky dream.
I reached to touch you in my sleep
and sat up as you screamed
“I’m just not into that scene anymore!
I’m just not in that scene!”
I woke, and like the songs all say,
you were not with me, anyway.
Stirling, Winter 74
poem, and photo of salt pan at Emu Bay, Kangaroo Island, by Philip White
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Nightmare at Wayside Cottage
.@whiteswine Nightmare at Wayside Cottage
Wayside Cottage was one motherfuckin rocknroll household full of nightmares and wonder I remember your brother an Mickey tripping when thelandlod come to the door to tell you to turn it all down
the sedge has withered from the lake and no birds sing
I reckon I changed the name of this from Nightmare at Wayside Cottage to Song of Relief about 1988. Dunno why.
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