Hammock Days - Dick Diver

I am a rose waiting for the sun

Waiting to bloom into some trajectory

Naturally, I’m after success

To glide through social gymnasiums

Shinin' like the 's new double

We’ve been wearing T-shirts for days

Bird shit splats into a southern cross

And ambition descends like a mosquito.

out-manoeuvred

Lemon rot stains the brick work in the yard

Another arvo makes it’s way over a barbeque

Another dusk congeals into a glut

And through a screen door

A TV, a TV, the TV blues the room

Night ambush, the ultimate chorus

This, this is the sound of a million guitars

And I love that you would laugh, tease or, better, sing

And I’m so good at entertaining conclusions

Naturally, I rely on things