ladys singing torch

ladys singing torch

should i turn my page my father
received the newspaper i bought
beer four light cans my new lover
imagined singing her song sought

i thought she was north american
in this our current soft long day
i found out shes australian
steering the mouse you do not pay

other computer users know
love we hear our fantasies bell
hand in hand all the dreamers show
they visualise the wishing well

i see the motorcyclists take
a corner easter sundays here
in the dear store i did not fake
enthusiasm was this year

they say australia is large
natalie imbrugalia
kisses a fellow satan charge
my ruthvah through say dahlia