Adventure before Dimensia

A few of the poems I've written since I've been here:

Muslim honeybees

Passed a jihad

on the way to paradise.

no overtaking.

or passing.

We’re on our way to No Where.

Counting to ten has multiple

meanings and brush fires are 

universal.

Jesus saves in Sheffield

and artists paint murals

of farming.

Magenta fireball setting

behind blue mountains

attracts photos by tourists.

Pink rays on red granite

equals beauty.

Glow Maggots

The sun shines out of the butt.

We thought they were worms but they’re not.

After eating, they engage in vigorous activities.

We call it shagging.

Eggs.

Then.  Death.

Its a pretty good life.

And this was the day I didnt visit Tazmazia.

BHB, Black hat Bob

Sprinkling water on cradled rocks

sounds so serene.

Boat shacks are few, only one.

Crisp clean air blows across suicide.

Kilo K walked ‘round Dove Lake

pouncing in puddles.

Two flags, one mission:

Love each other.

Two children, one mom

shared smiles under Cradle Mountain.

Dead batteries in a box

leave

memories in imagination

of honeymoon island

and bushwalking.