Bora born
Meltdown _
Breakfast at Jenny's vegetarian
spread, todays' special on Cairns esplanade.
Midsummer madness, taunts on a day such
as this, sweaty skins fail to enliven.
Chatter is chopped by the waitress in charge
she's also the cook working for Jenny.
Young, slim, her thoughts somewhere else, gold leaky
skin, sublime as it moves past the tables.
Umbrella shade close to the road, tries to
define where the breeze should be found lurking.
A trickster at ease this monsoon breeze, as
it pushes then pulls flesh from your body.
Slightly steamed as if in a dream, thank God
no pot of tea was ordered, as he was
sure to be found out on the ground, melted
in a puddle of his own creation.
- O -
© dec 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
spread, todays' special on Cairns esplanade.
Midsummer madness, taunts on a day such
as this, sweaty skins fail to enliven.
Chatter is chopped by the waitress in charge
she's also the cook working for Jenny.
Young, slim, her thoughts somewhere else, gold leaky
skin, sublime as it moves past the tables.
Umbrella shade close to the road, tries to
define where the breeze should be found lurking.
A trickster at ease this monsoon breeze, as
it pushes then pulls flesh from your body.
Slightly steamed as if in a dream, thank God
no pot of tea was ordered, as he was
sure to be found out on the ground, melted
in a puddle of his own creation.
- O -
© dec 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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