Adelaide morning

writing life from a bus is an interesting past time, between getting jobs and an eventual car..

1.

Adelaide morning

a wash of grey

almost colourless

limestone, sandstone,

grey oscillated glass –

figureless signs

concrete

bitumen burnt to

an oily crisp

first to leave

with a deluge

 

2.

you are in its heart.

whatever ‘it’ is –

Adelaide, this city

this morning

‘good-morning!’

Monday – Sunday

a muted dream

stirring in the sun.

 

3.

to say she is without

colour

would not be accurate

what she does have tho

is tone

the kind that washes

the length of Hindley St

with illumination

the mystery

of it all

suddenly walking

on sun

brilliant & dazzling

blinding & slightly

all the more

bewildering

 

4.

we are the city.

its inhabitants & structures

we are the performers

and the coins

tossed in

& voyeurs

to both.

we lie down

with the city

watch it die

& lie about it

we wake up sticky

smelling of puke

reborn

like buddha

along tram routes.

 

5.

now

you wear it

like a glove

like fur & salt

close to your groin

where there

is still heat

and it beats

for her.

the concession

of taking

public transport

in a city

becomes devoid of meaning

non-chalant

empathy & sympthay

subject to the odd/

occasional

gut reaction

lurching forward.

our lives seem disposable

as if we prefer

them not to be.

we are truly

the stick men

broken women

windy people

in our allotted

windy spaces.

Reviews

[theludus]

I liked it. Emily B directed me here. It's interesting, and a little abstract at times, which is good.... allows you to pause and think about the words and the scene. The closing scene with the summary of different states of humanity and the forward lurching tied it up really nicely. Bus rides.... sometimes they suck and sometimes you just have to love them. Great pacing throughout this... that's the bond keeping it all together.

[run vs remember]

Hello, that's quite a piece of art! I really enjoyed just reading it through. Very expressive.