Bora born
Post prime _
What's life like post op, staring at a soft shoe
shuffle into another lost decade of
silly walks, time tasting life's soft after glow.
Sweet as sugar mate, if you like blood that is.
Watch the sodium though, read the labels like
your life depended on it; don't stuff it up
dopey, this crap's in just about everything
since medlev's hierarchy rebranded salt.
The silent slayer of bingo bling never
quite on top of that inner itch, left behind
in a shadow world of nagging aches thrust up
vertigo's sense of balance, joy surrendered.
It's the primitive side that gets you out, an
inner war rages, subtle bits out of place.
Templates faded etch, replacements not quite right
shortened tails, resilient, diminished, benign.
The long walks are still there, the 4k loop a
daily reminder of what 30 felt like
when youth succumbs to life's horrible one way
trend, in a never ending slide into what?
When those you love are gone and you don't even
know about it; such a pity, not a waste.
Maybe the answer's coded in those pins and
needles down the right arm, but who's decoding.
- O -
© oct 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
shuffle into another lost decade of
silly walks, time tasting life's soft after glow.
Sweet as sugar mate, if you like blood that is.
Watch the sodium though, read the labels like
your life depended on it; don't stuff it up
dopey, this crap's in just about everything
since medlev's hierarchy rebranded salt.
The silent slayer of bingo bling never
quite on top of that inner itch, left behind
in a shadow world of nagging aches thrust up
vertigo's sense of balance, joy surrendered.
It's the primitive side that gets you out, an
inner war rages, subtle bits out of place.
Templates faded etch, replacements not quite right
shortened tails, resilient, diminished, benign.
The long walks are still there, the 4k loop a
daily reminder of what 30 felt like
when youth succumbs to life's horrible one way
trend, in a never ending slide into what?
When those you love are gone and you don't even
know about it; such a pity, not a waste.
Maybe the answer's coded in those pins and
needles down the right arm, but who's decoding.
- O -
© oct 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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