to mum and dad

sunshine child
this ache is mild
my love wont go unheard
beneath the sheets
im seeing ghosts
and ill a death in inches
a sickness captivates me most
and then my country
in the pacific
its my specific place to be

as everywhere displays to me
an accented sense of rhythm
security is given through release
if words should cease come look for me
my darling mother father
this family
and this girl
her many sides that gleam
like light within a prism
despair and pain shall make no prison
where poetry is sung
a softly ascended sensuous half sleep to me
to show i do belong

between the lines
im often numb
in apathy till wonder finds
thought and thought defines love
begotten
it makes me think upon my kin
and roundabout  in my style of song

a world that if  it would cease to be
a dream to me could be deranged
my family has aches and pains
and takes control of the unicorns reins
to find my train of thought
dark caverns may be forgotten

i want a tender plunket crib
and a soft women's voice in croon
to praise the silky leather moon
a circus man has red ballons
that float among them
to show a meaning signified
and all is lost in conscious thought
as its above them
but then to me its also naught
and useless as a word can be
in swirling wells 
so i yell go on bugger off and then i shove them


i want the Broderick family
to live and love in fantasy
to live in what drove them
from up above to this side of sea
cause waves will never
not exist
they will persist
and if all our memory shall be reperessed
i hope we re blessed
a sunshine man and women whom i hope are free
and always be forgiving
as long as my tears are spirit
and im living in there coven
i hope they place me in between
there breasts as hot as would an oven
make twice as sweet a pastry
cause man oh man
i love em