In The Park
Down there
Amongst the Moreton Bay fig trees
And the green expanse,
Are empty gelatine capsuales,
Nembutal visions
Broken beer bottles.
The sky is suffering
From a respiratory collapse,
As metho' drinkers wrap
Themselves in yesterday's newspapers
And watch
Anaemic handshakes,
Bodies printed
Onto grass,
Speakers content
To save the world,
An old woman
Playing tamborine,
And speaking
In tongues.
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