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