In the land of Oz I've walked these streets Paved with gold Priceless wares Federation facades Heritage shades Inked pinked bodies Stand out boldly A heart grows fearless Sitting in places Undeserving spaces Unfamiliar faces Speaking into the chasm People's lives unfolding In one moment Tones waves uniting That heroic soul So rare and pure Timid and unsure Held open the door
Where we’re from the birds sing a pretty song, and there’s always music in the air.
Red Room, Twin Peaks
Where can I go
To unwind
From the drama
Of life?
Fragile and bound for posterity
Our parallel narratives
Collided for a time
Drank in like wine
Left us sobering
Waiting for the next flight
To anywhere
Warm blooded memories
Remain and regain
Lost ground in love's
Demilitarized zone
Rejoice, I have a home
Cosy on the shelf
With volumes of unspoken prose
Sing it in the street
Chanting,'who will keep me now?'
Lost love archives
Dust off faulty pride
And bloom in hidden rooms
As night lights glow
Brightly
Smelling her sweet perfume
Faint air of blossoms
Sting of nettles
Scent of leaves
Fluttering freely
Rain is coming
Shelter in with me
until the weather
turns us round again
Who laid out
All the stars
In their spheres
For me to admire
Do you sense
Your power
Over me?
The muse's muse
who broke
Cupid's heart
She is calling
Me out
Crawling out
Of my shell
To what end?
To admire her
And her world
Her stories
to tell
Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG.
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