I am in the night
I am every part of it
The consumption of its beast 
The deck that it deals
The veins that bleed
The caress of its serpent

I am the night
As it writhes and undulates toward dawn
It moans and cries a symphony of anger
I am its agony as it struggles against the light
And dies with the strike of the Sun God.






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Do I Come Here Often?: Black Coffee Blues Part 2
  • Format: Paperback
  • Publisher: 2.13.61 October 1998
  • ISBN: 1880985616
  • In Print

  • Excerpt:

    "If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will always write. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you. Like this Melbourne night. A sliver of moon hangs against blue-black vlears star packed sky. The smell of nearby water. Lit coastline. Traffic goes by. A large fruit bat flies crookedly overhead. Whistling and hootering drunks coming back from the dead end bars on Fitzroy pass by several yards away. Night is the harvester of memories. Nisght is the gather of thoughts that hide in sunlight. Night brings outthe inhabitants from the deep cracks that shun the idiotic nose of the masses. Night empowers and makes one bold. True love and the teeling of secrets only happens at night. Sunlight is a passionless interrogator. Candelight brings out the beauty of the human form"