Bora born
Night trip _
Nine o'clock madness creeps under this town
drawn by the night watch to whistle them out.
Drains empty their lot, curious bent shades
lost smells embittered, lost bodies less rags.
Mill through the mayhem pass restless night clubs
bike rockers from Darwin, grey beards blue flash.
Wool shed cracks open, grass smells float about
insidious late love, bounces fears flight.
Back shadows distort, eye corners discern
puddle wet pitch bled by shadowy forms.
Restless movement on pavements drizzle red
dance lady prancer, harbour no regrets.
- O -
© aug 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
drawn by the night watch to whistle them out.
Drains empty their lot, curious bent shades
lost smells embittered, lost bodies less rags.
Mill through the mayhem pass restless night clubs
bike rockers from Darwin, grey beards blue flash.
Wool shed cracks open, grass smells float about
insidious late love, bounces fears flight.
Back shadows distort, eye corners discern
puddle wet pitch bled by shadowy forms.
Restless movement on pavements drizzle red
dance lady prancer, harbour no regrets.
- O -
© aug 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Night trip _
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