Down in Sydney for a conference, wandering around martin place, drunk. the homeless, the war memorial, the dirt and filth, the towers to money of money. Lest we forget, so we never have to remember immolations.
Gaudy Gowdy Dowdy City
Intense full of holes bitterment
Old ad guy snuffling through holes
Old dull drab frayed cardboard boxes
Streets full of lies
Two shapes converging an alley
Lights of powder and pain
Still streets of lies
Inner blue monstrosity
The son shall set leased wee frogit
Never again shroud remember
Martyrs who protect Capital.
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