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December 23, 2007

An old poem of mine… recalling those art school days in Sydney, Australia.

Down Under



The boys from Turramurra sit on a king-sized bench.
Twenty toes stink of youthful indifference, 
the shit that paves the beer gardens
where the lads fight the dreams 
of other would-be artists;
smacking themselves, 
luring the sweetness
out of bottles 
and nothing
else. 

They leave
tonight like every
other, left with the bitter 
dripping along a dark alley way,
thick with brick, wrapped in canvas. 
They paint a fresco of boyish dreams by 
dabbling their shoelaces in urine colours, 
and then proceed to hang their portraits on
Orion’s belt, hoping that tomorrow’s horoscope will  
have their procrastination synonymous with something else.



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