This work was written in 2012 when I was lucky enough to be driving an ol drunkard roof plumber to work in Melbourne Victoria, since he had lost his license. One of his jobs was an egg shaped building next to the Alfred hospital and Fawkner Park ( an "egg for quacks" we called it). Now there is just something about Fawkner City Park where I spent those days, a well of resonance, of intention for so many people, for better health and meditation or worse war between nature and mad capitalism rush. Inspired by the beats, the chaotic nature of these poems, streams these conscious essences with a wild vernacular, a spiritualism guided by the modern doof electric festival culture. And so while some are quite large world and impossible, there are many micro moments from my simple humble camera balance as well...