the writing on th wall

the air grumbles, pressure tips down
this is not a diesel day but storm time
aloud birds track their shelter
- look for the grey within the green -
and all along the length of these minutes
there's the muttering of opinion
this time could it be golf or riots in the west

last night's opinion was spread
on the kind of wall made for it
fuck tha police
comin' at you
straight outa
Macquarie Fields

storm it is, reckons the mynah bird
the starlings and fizzing parrots
the luminous nature thing booms
of what we are afraid maybe
this is no lie, colder rain
than this falls everywhere
even if only once

Marrickville, 2 March 2005


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