Bora born

The salt house _

Body shells temper hallowed minds
on a lecture circuit this kind.
Elite speak where canned laughter sways
the plebeian in subtle ways.

A post card night of slideshow tours
her students were there to ensure
another round of art combined
in designs inspired to refine.

Elite speak the ultimate proof
sweet smiles sure hide the sharpest tooth.
A free drink tends to keep them there
for a Q & A time to share.

Where are the adults in this room
as feedback loops, ignorance blooms
in people sampling why they're there
tricked up questions re-scent the air.

No interest shown in what some say
the loop is closed so go away.
An early bed may sound unkind
when night's are clipped, lips sip more wine.



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©  1st aug 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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