Author: Charlie Alford

Rain fell over the savannah

as I painted him with my hand

falling from the darkening bark

ink pooled at my weary feet

king mufasa has left us, shouts

igniting the sad purple skies.

Robin had it right,

to smile at the world

with tears of laughter,

dancing with all his might.

He reached out his hands

and skipped along the road

he only showed us kindness

he was a boy inside a man.

So laugh like no ones listening

and dance likes no ones watching

bring happiness to your world

find you inner netherworld.

Be the change you want to see

only then will you be free.

"Gordon Bennett!"
smash, thud, bang
we're all laughing
rustles in the wood.
Victor Meldrew
grumpy man
"I don't believe it"
waving with his book.
Playground greetings
"Wasss-uuup"
french block windows
for checkin' out our looks.
"It'll be alright on the night"
top of the pops
and pizza hut salad
goin' down in my neighbourhood.

A stormy stench lingers
the rain has begun to pound
the eucalypts have buckled
the roars have stirred the ground.
Flinders Street is drowning
the locals are stifled and hot
the koalas have retreated
seeking shelter at a stop.
Oops they did it again:
Man-eating lizard people
dressed in corporate suits and ties
appear on Capitol Hill.
I don’t like what I see here
an underclass of laneways
cries from the lost and forgotten;
society’s castaways.
I want to go back to daisy chains,
bursting MJ from my walkman
alongside the River Bourne
whilst writing over my hands.
I always wanted to travel,
see what the world had to show.
Now I’m painted Brunswick Street
finding love over Milo.
The greatest fear is to be lost
we need see the bigger picture
as thunder stirs above our heads
purple lightening, it will feature.

The last time I saw double…
Oh my, was I in trouble.

My eyes rolled inside my head
I don’t remember what I said.

I wished my lungs to keep breathing,
but my heart was over beating.

I only remember one small thing;
jager-bombs won’t give me wings.