call me this evening I can’t get away from this idea it haunts me like a ghost train its rivets rattling like so many lose teeth! Tony Chapman art, dreams, fiction, poetry, strangeness, stream of consciousness, surrealism, unusual October 11, 2012October 11, 2012 call me – l can’t escape this – no matter how far I plummet or how high l rise above the Blue Mountains, both abstract and severe whilst maintaining a pragmatic dignity. Call me: anything. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by Tony Chapman poet, songwriter, performer, visual artist. View all posts by Tony Chapman Published October 11, 2012October 11, 2012