Bora born
Pollyanna _
Cowall Creek beauty of yesteryear, Injinu
woman, light soft reason, tempered, undone.
Post seventies rhythm Marmaduke's best
partied through her mind when best left alone.
Barbary coast woman, the forrest bar queen
Johno's blues band on friday's set the scene
near Trinity wharves where fishermen rest
in those ghostlike pubs of fleshed out lost dreams.
South sea beauties, island girls in between
half drunk naked they would free pass the door.
A sometime sax man would drum them undone
what better way to have s*x on the floor.
No drugs only grog would reseal her fate
to charm her way into beds meant for two.
She partied to live, her day left unseen
with RAPTIS prawn like tigers to sort through.
She now lives on in make over mode
at Gordonvale's new paliative care home.
Her sparkle dissolved by dimentia's grind
on it's slow way to her last curtain call.
- O -
© dec 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
woman, light soft reason, tempered, undone.
Post seventies rhythm Marmaduke's best
partied through her mind when best left alone.
Barbary coast woman, the forrest bar queen
Johno's blues band on friday's set the scene
near Trinity wharves where fishermen rest
in those ghostlike pubs of fleshed out lost dreams.
South sea beauties, island girls in between
half drunk naked they would free pass the door.
A sometime sax man would drum them undone
what better way to have s*x on the floor.
No drugs only grog would reseal her fate
to charm her way into beds meant for two.
She partied to live, her day left unseen
with RAPTIS prawn like tigers to sort through.
She now lives on in make over mode
at Gordonvale's new paliative care home.
Her sparkle dissolved by dimentia's grind
on it's slow way to her last curtain call.
- O -
© dec 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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