Bora born
Devolution _
Paradise not lost on the cairns boardwalk the
footpath of silly walks never lets you down.
Designed through council, vetted by rate payers
the three million dollars well spent kept the big
end of town in check, their marina plans sunk.
Twenty thousand people showed that saturday
morn in '89 when cairns still felt like home.
Mangrove Jack played Percy Trezise's history's
lot, to paint the push back against those wretched
developers, the white shoe brigade's front line.
Chairman mayors, godwin and pyne planted muddied
flags fifty metres out, the yaughties rebuke.
Alcatraz now the pier loomed nearby with a
stark reminder big money intended to
send our beautiful tropical cultured mob.
And they did in time, this blessed paradise
absorbed by southern hordes tagged with baggaged kids.
Within the decade gangs hundreds strong roamed the
streets, on friday night specials with eyes in the
sky calling strategies to squad cars below.
We lived in the borderlands along tills street's
divide, no man's land for gangs, safer than most.
et they came one night marking the territory
on hundreds of bikes with traffic stop gutter
spreads, a surreal mass with mad max overtones.
Those shock waves from drug fueled push backs remain, egged
on by a toxic sense of entitlement.
An insatiable pleasure binge offers up
a slick pathway of celebrity cultured
pathways, topsy turvey self serving rot.
So on it goes and it goes and it goes, the
never ending slide through the spell of matter.
The materialising influence sourced
from the background of creation spinning the
exponential growth of narcissistic freaks.
- O -
© 29th sep 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
footpath of silly walks never lets you down.
Designed through council, vetted by rate payers
the three million dollars well spent kept the big
end of town in check, their marina plans sunk.
Twenty thousand people showed that saturday
morn in '89 when cairns still felt like home.
Mangrove Jack played Percy Trezise's history's
lot, to paint the push back against those wretched
developers, the white shoe brigade's front line.
Chairman mayors, godwin and pyne planted muddied
flags fifty metres out, the yaughties rebuke.
Alcatraz now the pier loomed nearby with a
stark reminder big money intended to
send our beautiful tropical cultured mob.
And they did in time, this blessed paradise
absorbed by southern hordes tagged with baggaged kids.
Within the decade gangs hundreds strong roamed the
streets, on friday night specials with eyes in the
sky calling strategies to squad cars below.
We lived in the borderlands along tills street's
divide, no man's land for gangs, safer than most.
et they came one night marking the territory
on hundreds of bikes with traffic stop gutter
spreads, a surreal mass with mad max overtones.
Those shock waves from drug fueled push backs remain, egged
on by a toxic sense of entitlement.
An insatiable pleasure binge offers up
a slick pathway of celebrity cultured
pathways, topsy turvey self serving rot.
So on it goes and it goes and it goes, the
never ending slide through the spell of matter.
The materialising influence sourced
from the background of creation spinning the
exponential growth of narcissistic freaks.
- O -
© 29th sep 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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