saint’s day
patron he
of snakes
and Guinness
and green beer
he’s as much
my saint
as snags on
Sorry Day
my man’s
hey Jude
champ of hopeless cases
failed exams
and causes lost
Paddy’s for
nostalgia
for a phantom tribe
my blood
but not
my body
or my soul
distant memory
vague
familiarity
I cling to you
with
squatters’ rights.
not my city anymore o, Melbourne gone the Biting Eye Catcher Thumping Tum Sebastian’s Bertie’s Southern Cross bar jazz haunts folk dives...
different toilets in the night no guiding light strange bed wrong height no morning tea no toast no shower up at an ungodly hour...
man stands naked on the platform muscular and hairy shiny taut ready for our eyes our charcoal and our rubbers man stands naked and...
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