Kerri Shying R # 18 You Can't Make Money with a Gun in your Hand

You Can’t Make Money with a gun in your Hand.

(Rockwall St, Potts Point. )

There’s a brown man barking

with his horn

right where charmed and

charming diners

dine

Dog eat dog

eat dog

eat dog

dog dog

spits out the man-buns

like fish bones

on the dishlicker’s plate

the footpath

gentle, groomed

sweet pedigrees touch the sun

smile at me

plonked alien in their yard

Rockwall Street half-stage

the Sydney of another time

and forty floors above

back up on Macleay

the maids are in to clean

pillows flying

white butterflies and sun