Bora born
Flakka _
Babuk on the ground she sits, an esplanade's
squeeze opposite barnacle bill's seafood spread.
A mass of muscled sweat just off to her left
flashes look here to passerby people who
walk the talk dressed in smiles now the day's long gone.
A lost sunset settles down on early bird
specials, along the sanctioned crammed table footpath.
Food factories scent the air above ground with
such a multitude of aromas, the blend
overloads, penetrates, sensates hunger's itch.
No sense comes from this round robin of cultured
fare, her body song censured through drugs of choice.
Inner worlds of mendacious chaos seep through
a fractured persona embittered with life
the drug's wretched body movements rule her day.
- O -
Author's notes are here.
© 2nd aug 2016 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
squeeze opposite barnacle bill's seafood spread.
A mass of muscled sweat just off to her left
flashes look here to passerby people who
walk the talk dressed in smiles now the day's long gone.
A lost sunset settles down on early bird
specials, along the sanctioned crammed table footpath.
Food factories scent the air above ground with
such a multitude of aromas, the blend
overloads, penetrates, sensates hunger's itch.
No sense comes from this round robin of cultured
fare, her body song censured through drugs of choice.
Inner worlds of mendacious chaos seep through
a fractured persona embittered with life
the drug's wretched body movements rule her day.
- O -
Author's notes are here.
© 2nd aug 2016 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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