“eight Shippo’s a night youth

with a pack of No.6

loyal to the local economy

proud of where I lived,

never owned a Chopper though,

much to my chagrin,

every other Saturday

Trent End hooligan

serial movie matinees

at the ABC

a penny got the first one in

who let the others in for free

meet me at the Lions

don’t you know your left from right

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once I was chest high to the granite lipped
ornamental ocean but now the puddle barely scrapes my shins
and, while a brass band sounds and the fountain tries to drown
it’s leggy boatmen, Victoria frowns, like of old, at the memory
of extinct gilled gold replaced by layers of spectered petiole

“don’t stop me now” jogs the brass for the coital dragons who,
pollinating invisible wav...

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