Bora born
Dreams rerun _
Flemenco man
not much to say
his master plan
unwound this day.
An april flight
to far off france
won't happen now
he's lost his chance
A man who walked
while others sat
in his fifties
no belly fat.
You'd pass him by
he'd look away
his usual trick
on any day.
With that bit said
there's more to come
the doors are shut
on eight plus one.
No sounds are heard
from in the room
now silent as
a cold dark tomb.
The french he learnt
won't help him now
the tide has turned
his sacred cow
into a swan
with splendid wings
to soar aloft
where spirit sings.
His life shaped up
one year ago
smokes then gunja
were both let go.
Family members
re-invited
his face book page
reinvented.
Sisters brothers
lost cousins too
were thrilled to hear
how steven threw
a life of hurt
in history's bin
from contact made
with all of them.
Joe black came last
saturday night
for this man who'd
just set life right.
The rain fell on
our fair cairns town
Rattle & Hum
esplanade bound.
Eight dollars for
a jug of beer
the happy hour
to cheer your fears.
A belly full
then homeward bound
wind swept soaked streets
umbrella down.
From the curb he
stepped from this life
tasks completed
the time seemed right
for creator
to sign his name
now on the street
he felt no pain.
Face up he lay
in mizzle rain
eyes wide open
to those who gazed
in a circle
of muted tones
no signs of life
encased his bones.
Bad luck for steve
some people say
who's in control
not steve this day.
Time's up when from
left field it comes
body clock stops
when
life tasks are done.
- O -
© 23rd mar 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Read the author's notes here.
not much to say
his master plan
unwound this day.
An april flight
to far off france
won't happen now
he's lost his chance
A man who walked
while others sat
in his fifties
no belly fat.
You'd pass him by
he'd look away
his usual trick
on any day.
With that bit said
there's more to come
the doors are shut
on eight plus one.
No sounds are heard
from in the room
now silent as
a cold dark tomb.
The french he learnt
won't help him now
the tide has turned
his sacred cow
into a swan
with splendid wings
to soar aloft
where spirit sings.
His life shaped up
one year ago
smokes then gunja
were both let go.
Family members
re-invited
his face book page
reinvented.
Sisters brothers
lost cousins too
were thrilled to hear
how steven threw
a life of hurt
in history's bin
from contact made
with all of them.
Joe black came last
saturday night
for this man who'd
just set life right.
The rain fell on
our fair cairns town
Rattle & Hum
esplanade bound.
Eight dollars for
a jug of beer
the happy hour
to cheer your fears.
A belly full
then homeward bound
wind swept soaked streets
umbrella down.
From the curb he
stepped from this life
tasks completed
the time seemed right
for creator
to sign his name
now on the street
he felt no pain.
Face up he lay
in mizzle rain
eyes wide open
to those who gazed
in a circle
of muted tones
no signs of life
encased his bones.
Bad luck for steve
some people say
who's in control
not steve this day.
Time's up when from
left field it comes
body clock stops
when
life tasks are done.
- O -
© 23rd mar 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Read the author's notes here.
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