MALL POPLING #2

the

light 

is 

a lulling & liminal 

sort of odd comfortable

&

fairy liquid frothing 

up the fountain of coins

BICYCLE CARCASS

the street sweeper
is old as fortitude & roses
& dismounts her machine steed
& smokes & swears & stresses
over
another
mountain bike carcass
abandoned
in the precinct fountains
scuzzy puddle bed

~

i viddy her slog

from a bench outside Boots

wings in the tree

rats down the cracks

Costa cubby belching

steam punk sounds

STRANGE NAKED SCULPTURE

theres 
been
no water
running
in 
the
town centre fountain
for 
at least 20 years
& today
there 
is
an
abandoned mountain bike
ruined & twisted bad
under
the
strange naked sculpture
of
mother & child

i am wondering 
if it adds anything
artistically
&
am leaning towards the affirmative
when
a
street cleaner
gets off her
hoover cart
&
huffle-puffing blasphemes
drags the fucked bike 
over to the good bikes
locked
up safe
against
the
precinct square railings

i admire her pragmatism
&
assume this
is
not
her
first rodeo

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