master kong
master
kong found
the
way through
the
precision of
ancient
rites
perfect
the music
of
life and death
to
change
the
inner self
if
you do not
serve
the living
you
cannot
respect
the dead
the
path to
learning
is
a
continuing struggle
for
human dignity
minor
chords
in
minor chords
empty
words end
wars
fill voids
inconsolable
lies begin
tempests
are provoked
by
butterfly wing
all
sings from
an
exploding dot
against
the stars
black
holes plot
in
that darkness
the
music stops
dove
cottage
through
dim rooms
tourists
poke
where
brother and
sister
spoke
softly
as they
broke
bread
or
neath flickering
candles
read
those
long letters
from
coleridge
past
gardens beyond
that
ridge
they
rambled dell
and
fell
with
william muttering
to
himself
andy
best
part
is
having
all
of it
shitty
bits
fifteen
minutes
of
fame
waking
up
to
shame
discovering
the
grit
to
do better
not
getting
bitter
harder
harder harder
didn’t
work
the
medication
lou
reed
yodelling
foggy
notion
pensive
and
fucked
up
folk
music
for
those who
couldn’t
stop
the
bleeding
mo
tucker’s
percussion
beating
Terry Wheeler - After graduating from law school in the
late 1980s Terry worked in the Australian public service for decades. He was
inspired to write after seeing Michael Dransfield poems in The Australian
newspaper when a teenager. Terry has been published in Australia and abroad
since retiring. He lives in Brisbane when not travelling.
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