Tinkering

The base of the world, of kookaburras, cockies, and magpies,

The bush, calling loneliness and pride,

A spacewoman echoes back –

I reside, in that heartland, tinkering with love in her eyes

Mindfucked –

(wherefrom, the freaks and bitch-filth, never really listening)

Sound-wire distortion –

well then, who the fuck thinks to tell us how to behave?

Sound, scrambling …

Reframed in harmonics …

Tinkering with maps,

In that honey voice of yours

Reconfigured

The World