Saturday, August 26

Mucking Around At Flinders Street

Near The Taxi Rank

Pissed slightly on hip flask muck,
He rides the skateboard awkwardly.
His boots thunk the deck and only she,
In the ripped black jumper,
Dark make up and scratched nails,
Swoons when
The board skids
So hot.


Platform 3

New tatts so hip and rocking on her insteps.
They itch and he's seen nothing so fucking cool.


Platform 10

The black converse work every time on her,
And even on him.

Monday, August 21

Blood & Bone

Fibs open like petals to the morning,
You don't need to show me the bulb.