Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 360 Light Rail, baby


Light Rail, baby

at Star City the gamblers got off   all sour-faced    expressions stolen
we eased into their spaces    exhaling our unshackled air    where there
just now     the gambler stood   pretending we had known
all along    that this was what they were    shifting in the temperate zone
morals    up the sides follicles burst spontaneously from the ovaries
of the barren  allelujah    cells of gratitude knowing    that their bread was going to  one day need some butter    and it is better    to go to the fridge than smear packet after packet of 7g devondales saved up in a suit pocket from a complimentary breakfast at a casino    these were the embryos preparing to be born     some few stops away   beyond the markets and the centre      out where the Glebe Estates began

2 comments:


  1. Problem with
    gamblers of course
    is they're
    only betting
    that their
    future will improve

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  2. make distance equal time and travel back into the past

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