Patrick White

White Night. Unholy Solitude

Deeper Than A Dream My Imagination Has Always Seen

Looking At The Rain. Are You Looking At The Rain

I Can Feel My Physical Energies Tweaking The Words

I Fear I Haven’T Got The Voice To Speak To You

What I Have Become And Did Not Intend

You’Ve Been Gone Such A Long Time

A Grey Music Hovers Over The Town

Too Intense, Too Depressing, My Third Eye

The Words Are Merely The Performers

Bright Blue Winter Sunday In A Small Town

Watching Mirrors On A Catwalk

If It’s A True Religion, It Hasn’T Got A History

Supersymmetrical Fluctuations In My God Particle Field

Set Up For The Night, The Candle In Its Niche

Who Could Have Anticipated?

Quietly And Like A Thousand Other Times

There’s A Woman In The Doorway

Blackberries And Salmon

Jupiter Gone From The Window

Fifty Years Of Wrestling With The Dark Angel In The Way

The Catastrophic Insight

A Seance Of Sprites And Ghouls In The Cabals Of Emptiness

These Words Are Not Meant To Burn Your Smile

What An Impasse, Quiet Moment, Come To This

I’Ve Grown Old Remembering You When You Were Young

A Rock In The Current, A Skull In The River

And Should I Ask Forgiveness

Existing Nocturnally In A Covert Hole In The Dark

Mere Threads Of The Life We Once Lived

Is It In The Nature Of Life And Light

The Day With No Amibitions. Grey. Grey.

The Milky Way Leaves A Trail Of Mirrors Like A Garden Snail

Sweeter Than The Beginning Of A Delusion

The Snow Lays A White Bedsheet, A Faceless Funeral Shroud

No Joy In The Night, None Expected

Sometimes You Start Out Digging A Grave

The Night With The Personality Of An Indelible Ink Blot

The Mystery Doesn’T Come With Windows And Points Of View

Be A Fatalist But Move Your Feet, Good Chinese Advice

Always Writing In The Shadow Of An Avalanche

Accord Me A Gentle Theme

The Night That Heals The Broken Day

The Empowered Poet Gets No Sleep

I Have Seen The Stiff, Brittle Leaf

Maybe If We All Started Out

Comet In The West Just After Sunset

Spring Rain In The Small Hours Of The Morning

Sitting In The Night At My Desk

The Night Is Not A Friend

How To Speak When No Word Can Be Spoken

So Many Things I’Ve Exposed Myself To

Even Here On Earth

I Can Still See You Shining

The Snow A Silence Whiter Than Last Night

Trying To Make Peace With My Demons

Eleven Seas Of Awareness In Every Drop

What’s Beyond The Truth Always Makes A Lie

Indelible, The Saline Taste Of The Tears

I Shed Skins Like Eclipses