Its Sunday Morning,
and there is something stirring in the air.
I'm so restless
all the beer cans are empty
and i'm out of cigarettes
i'll have to buy some more

The cat's gone crazy
It's running everywhere
It must have rabies
I think it wants feeding
I don't have any money
I don't get any til friday

I don't have any food for the cat
I ate the cat food yesterday
I was drunk
I figured we're all going to die anyway

I can't have any breakfast
The bacon is two weeks old
and the smell will make me sick

nothing good is ever on television
on sunday mornings
It's just talk shows
makes me wretch
we are so detacted from our emotions
we have to embarass ourselves
on national television
to sort out our problems.

Its so sad how we can no longer connect
the only things that connects us
are bullets from guns
and i'm going crazy
watching the news
a starving baby in a developing country
O, that shouldn't have to happen
but it does.

It makes me so unhappy
and what is worse is that i know i'll forgot about
the starving crying baby
as soon as i'm out the door
i'll continue on like its another sunday morning.

The city
6th August 1945
countdown
45 seconds
the bullet, uranium
the light, white like magnesuim
the fireball
300 metres wide.

My skin is hot, its heating up but its not burning, my throat is tingling
my eyes follow the horizon, the mushroom cloud, so familar.

The blast throws me across the room from ceiling to floor
i am being thrown around like a ball. I'm flying like superman through the house.

The bank, thank buddha, for the earthquake proof building
the morning sun is gone, I walk pass courpses, we are the only living soul. City of death.
they are doubled up on one another, naked, killed in an instant.
we get the the river, my friend's father is there looking for us.

Oh my house is burning
where are my children?
the breakfast has been ruined.

Where are you?
i'm trying to get you out
the fire is roaring around us
my leg is hurting
oh i am a bad mother to you
i'm not brave enough to stay and die with you
forgive me, daughter.
i can't hear you screaming, i don't want to see the burning.

my classroom is destroyed
i am calling out 'Help me, help me'
oh the soldier he saved me
we walk to the river he is carrying me
other people are walking, skin hanging from them.
i can hear a voice somehow he recognised me
thats my daddy
he bowed many times to the soldier

Oh we were told don't give them water, some things i will never forget, i will always regret
don't give water to the badly burnt if we do they will die start away.
Looking back i would of given them my water

they are too many people at the rivers and pools
people dived in and people threw themselved on top of them.
it began to rain, its black. I open my throat, it hurts when it falls on my skin, I sit on the river bank.

The morning after, burning the bodies, before disease spreads.
the hospitals are full
the bodies side by side
i can't tell who is dead and who is alive

i lie in the hospital bed
my husband in the one next to me
they take his test
when they have enough blood their retrack the needle.
but the blood wouldn't stop
the purple spots began to appear
he vomits, a brown liquid.
he survived this far but now he is taken from me.

On Augustus, he says the war is over. This is the greatest thing in history, But at what cost?

Years later, i stop off at the shop for tea
and from it i look out the window
I look at the road from the bank to the drill road where we espaced.
I see old people walking happily down the street.
Young people enjoying each other's company
children eating ice cream and holding the hand of their parents

And i think of those horrible scenes
and all the people who lost their lives, years ago.
and i say did that really happen or was it just a dream?

The night watchman
the moon
its soon
i break out
break the necks
out in the woods
a fire
glowing ember
in december
I remember
nights, watching television
nothing good on
I drive in any direction
to pass the time
see where its take me
my restless nature
after sex
so alive
i still feel dirty
i need to shower
the bulb was out in the hallway
no moths then
i can smell you close to me
its not you
its him
you leave
i get the knife
i see you
the sun glitters suddenly around you
an indestrictible brillance
i remember
putting it in you
heart stopping
what a pleasure
I remember