Bora born
Wicked _
Cairns patterned movement
on the night corner draws you in.
Babelfish those nightlife sounds.
Love it or what!
Oh shoot! here he comes
the night rider
on one of those skate
boards, powered by
electricity.
You know, the ones with
handlebars.
Against the lights, top
speed through the
intersection
on a perfect wave.
A slalom through the
crossing, around the
pole sitter
as fishing rods gyroscope
his spin past the
tourists, what a hoot!
He's off down abbott
street, hang right to the
esplanade.
Rising moon tonight
can't you just tell.
Tides turned.
- O -
© may 2007_ Nhawrr yirrpa
on the night corner draws you in.
Babelfish those nightlife sounds.
Love it or what!
Oh shoot! here he comes
the night rider
on one of those skate
boards, powered by
electricity.
You know, the ones with
handlebars.
Against the lights, top
speed through the
intersection
on a perfect wave.
A slalom through the
crossing, around the
pole sitter
as fishing rods gyroscope
his spin past the
tourists, what a hoot!
He's off down abbott
street, hang right to the
esplanade.
Rising moon tonight
can't you just tell.
Tides turned.
- O -
© may 2007_ Nhawrr yirrpa
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