Bora born
The need for speed _
Chilled mid-winter crisp night air cascades in a
moonlit fogged waterfall off the tablelands.
Blokes, five in a row, grey on grey, walk slated
mutta slow, so slow they risk catwalks backward.
Thempla J walk abbott on shields staccato
beat, pockets full of hands, hoodies full of heads.
Culture trapped on such a night doesn't make much
sense, such is the need for girlfriends with swift feet.
- O -
© 9th July 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
moonlit fogged waterfall off the tablelands.
Blokes, five in a row, grey on grey, walk slated
mutta slow, so slow they risk catwalks backward.
Thempla J walk abbott on shields staccato
beat, pockets full of hands, hoodies full of heads.
Culture trapped on such a night doesn't make much
sense, such is the need for girlfriends with swift feet.
- O -
© 9th July 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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The need for speed _
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