Bora born
Sunday morning sidewalk _
Tall yet lean, swankered contempt for all who
stroll down Abbott Streets catwalk of fashion.
His company of two, plagiarise his
dress sense, their high coloured no talk in tune.
They saunter by Perrotos' cafes' raw
coffee smells, of blended breakfast specials.
Not easy to pick his nuance of dress
the extreme hides the detail, lie for you.
Belly belt slung far below, tight leopard
skin jocks display for all a real passion.
Held up by flicks of those two idle hands
beliefs beggared, signed natures surreal show.
- O -
© sep 2006 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
stroll down Abbott Streets catwalk of fashion.
His company of two, plagiarise his
dress sense, their high coloured no talk in tune.
They saunter by Perrotos' cafes' raw
coffee smells, of blended breakfast specials.
Not easy to pick his nuance of dress
the extreme hides the detail, lie for you.
Belly belt slung far below, tight leopard
skin jocks display for all a real passion.
Held up by flicks of those two idle hands
beliefs beggared, signed natures surreal show.
- O -
© sep 2006 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Sunday morning sidewalk _
Sunday morning sidewalk _
