"Where words fail, music speaks" Hans Christian Anderson

I'm listening.

i'm a boy dinosaur

i am not afraid of what you think. because i love you despite.

thoughts swirl under water, like fish in a pond, elusive and coy, surfacing briefly, reveling their beauty, then rapidly descend to the depths of a murky mind.

music that will blow your mind all over the room. kidding. OR NOT KIDDING.

Matchbook songs & gypsy hymns.

Graham is a South Australian writer of poetry and short stories. His first poetry collection "Shooting Stars" was published by Ginninderra Press in 2001. His latest collection - "The Hieronymus Bosch Shopping Mall" - was published by Picaro Press in late 2007. He has since released three chapbooks - 'The Inverted World', 'Travelling Backwards' and 'Corduroy and Cabbage'. For more information visit related links - grahamcatt.com, pinterest.com/tidyboy1963 or twitter.com/grahamcatt

There was music in the cafés at night And revolution in the air Inactive. It's been real, y'all.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to talk, mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding." - Jack Kerouac

“I don't want you out there on the bully plank calling me up going ‘hey I got to put on my marshmallow pants and hit the boohoo button, ’cause I don’t know where the cranberries are! Do you know what I mean?” -Aziz