The Barnaby
egotists the hungry
ghosts
struggle to live life
on an even keel belly up
to the bars ectoplasm dropping
up and down the urban
trails
in the hinterland with
litch gates
looking down at
land chewing
on development with dirt stirring
water in add sand
the pellets
of their leavings
it’s a garrison town
it’s a dormitory
suburb
a transit hub
our entertainment precinct
leaf litter droppings and
the bowers
painted up in tea bags
berry inks
all the tricky trash
and tatt
ghost-bright eye-spied
how we live
this place thick with it
new rodents and no traps
a new dance craze!
ReplyDeleteboth hands in the air, paint your nose bright red, and a hat!
ReplyDeleteThat's a scary clown! Terrific.
ReplyDeleteyou put your foot in your mouth
ReplyDeleteyou do a smug pout
show that you know nothing
and you shake it all about
I want to hear this on the uke
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