Bora born
Genesis _
Cape York laid bare by paradise not lost in
the heart minds of thempla who came here to live.
A cacophony of blended cultural sounds
tempt acceptance found within their midst, clothes
covered in bulldust hung out for all to see.
Spirit hesitates with patience divine, the
lucky dip of fathers, surreal choose a card.
A promiscuous life since a child of nine
now focused on the silent hand to set free
the drums of mer tuned to the devil's tritone.
Her first unborn will survive a car write off
driven through a stop sign at spence and buchan.
No sense of what an alcohol, nicotine
mix does to fetal life, when single days loom
high on freedom's list of narcissistic traits.
The target father drawn from a list of four
none the wiser to the deception that came.
They were young, stupidly bullet proof to the
abuse of others, emotional fumes ran
on empty, no mucking around them there days.
The blokes had it easy, the women chased them
once you knew the rules of the ten meter stare.
Known for lewd ways with thempla expats in town
her net cast wide in an outrageous overt
purri purri spread cursed means of seduction.
Sourcing the fuel for a never ending high
the narcissist turns malignant, the power found.
Her mind turned to those dongas, slipping in to
head bob bondies post who couldn't believe his luck
the dinner time visit a pint size taste test.
Such were the ways in those days, notorious
behaviour, culture driven in a riot set free.
The afterglow from the sixties fractaled out
in harmonics of change, reputations
scattered in time before a breeze driven wind.
- O -
© 3rd june 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
the heart minds of thempla who came here to live.
A cacophony of blended cultural sounds
tempt acceptance found within their midst, clothes
covered in bulldust hung out for all to see.
Spirit hesitates with patience divine, the
lucky dip of fathers, surreal choose a card.
A promiscuous life since a child of nine
now focused on the silent hand to set free
the drums of mer tuned to the devil's tritone.
Her first unborn will survive a car write off
driven through a stop sign at spence and buchan.
No sense of what an alcohol, nicotine
mix does to fetal life, when single days loom
high on freedom's list of narcissistic traits.
The target father drawn from a list of four
none the wiser to the deception that came.
They were young, stupidly bullet proof to the
abuse of others, emotional fumes ran
on empty, no mucking around them there days.
The blokes had it easy, the women chased them
once you knew the rules of the ten meter stare.
Known for lewd ways with thempla expats in town
her net cast wide in an outrageous overt
purri purri spread cursed means of seduction.
Sourcing the fuel for a never ending high
the narcissist turns malignant, the power found.
Her mind turned to those dongas, slipping in to
head bob bondies post who couldn't believe his luck
the dinner time visit a pint size taste test.
Such were the ways in those days, notorious
behaviour, culture driven in a riot set free.
The afterglow from the sixties fractaled out
in harmonics of change, reputations
scattered in time before a breeze driven wind.
- O -
© 3rd june 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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