amaze me machine. | home
broken bushes.
The olive grass has axed your flesh
slashing you down with a rusty pair of shears
you've had such longing expectation
behind the broken bracken
where I lost my expression
as a child
this place we played
strumming laughter along the coarse roads
you cut the thorns upon the rose
which was all I ever had
the wilting of my tu lips
left me parched
as a child
you turned upon the salt grass
painted a picture of the view
gripped what was left of your optimism
then danced the beginning of anew