Thin boy

I have a thin boy
expanding
until he is overwhelming
I have a beautiful boy

I have a dream
in which we love each other
happy together
I have a beautiful dream

I have a gentle friend
we walk together
we're in clover
I have an imaginary friend

They say
you cannot wrap him up
you cannot bring him up
you have to give him up

They say
you cannot love enough
you cannot give enough
you have to live and learn

I have a thin boy
eats chips and vegemite
he is all right
I have him on my mind.

Three weeks ago

Last week
I heard a man
crying in the night
sighing until daylight

what was the song he was singing
heard for a moment
then it was nothing.

A few months ago
I heard the voice of God
gently said my name
and turned over and went back to sleep
unclear
which of us was real
and which the dream.

Three weeks ago
I realised
there is no possibility
of happiness
when you are dead
but even then
you can still hope.

I wasn't here

Ever since I discovered
that I don't exist
I have found it easier
to believe in fairy tales
such as
that there is a possibility
we can love each other

and even about that
I'm sceptical
because probably
we're just chemicals.

Ever since I discovered
that the earth is a void
I have found it easier
to believe it's worth
fighting with each other

because what would it matter
you get three score and ten
and then you are dust
everything you built
a pile of mould and rust.

You could let it go
let yourself be bathed
in the evening's soft sweet glow
watch the bats over Samford Road
give up everything
you've ever known

You could just let it flow
dissolve into particles
believing in miracles
watching your children grow.

Ever since I discovered
that I am destined to fail
I have started to want
you to build me a monumnet

and write upon it
that the world turned around
and he didn't care
it span around twenty-five thousand times
and he wasn't there.