Today I heard the voice of Venus
in melodies of pale voluptuous lig
where she cruised in oceans of Jup
and told me tales of secret love
where boundaries diminish in carna

A cold beer
revives my throat
by now the rag-red
sun glides toward
the horizon.

Tilted arid sun
with it’s leaning light,
me, hiding south
of my brimmed hat,
the Australian Summer