Mast cells live here Beware mast cells live here uninvited guests trash my inner place when they party they make a mess degranulated nasties everywhere
Upon this land They lived and hunted Upon this land They had dreamtime Upon this land They had ceremony Upon this land They raise a
Touch gloves and come out fighting Touch gloves and come out fighting is the way of a boxing bout without a doubt the covid way
Sleep explodes When I was young and something went wrong people would say For crying out loud then over the years of life I heard
Sirens in the night Siren’s in the night heart not beating breaths not taken lips tinged blue stay on the line help is on the
Rules Bent While we were bunkered down in covid lockdown football players roamed the land different rules, for aussie rules bubble abodes for all the
Not sick You filled out the form and so declared ticked all the no boxes you’re not sick you’ve not been near a sick person
My son, my boy, my grown-up man My son, my boy, my grown-up man No longer my little rascal Had quite the spirit for adventure
Nirvana for animals A three masted schooner with a Giraffe at its helm sails through the night air a Rhinoceros stops at a red light
My pie Little boy, new at school Today my first lunch order Brown paper bag Instructions written Name, grade, 1 Meat pie Nervous energy Lunchtime