jazz in my ears
dark jazz
pulse jazz
the best jazz
there will ever be
tombstone
monuments of sound
in magic elastic
uncontrived complexity
waves to ride
they keep on comin’
spin me round
back to ground
sleepily
dazily
plain gazin’
for signs
down the track
snap after snap
no goin’ back
ain’t never seen nuthin’
quite so pretty
sun slowly settin’
way out west
as we ride east
into the blue
the deeper blue
of evening sky
moon sky
swoon shadow depths
the plain now trees
bended
twisted
rugged
hardy
plenty
popped up outta
red soils
red as red
can be
sunset city
down the line
but it ain’t really there
just a straight dissection
down the tracks
out in front and
to our backs –
relentless nuthin’
slowly endin’
slightly bendin’
into lands of
curves
swerves
stunted trees
on red soil stacks
earthily
power graded
in symbiotic
mystery
think i need
a cup of tea
more land
sunlight cast
by an unseen hand
if i could i would
kiss it
such is the beauty
of what i see
peoples’ voices
outside my cabin door
sound like the same
voices as ever before
just as it appears to me
the scene outside
in symmetry
no way of tellin’
when this show is
gonna be goin’
maybe hints an’
indentations
will soon appear
but funny how
it will always
have to be
temporary
even when it feels
like eternity
- from Nullabor Song
