Friday Night - Perth Station

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a gathering of our alienated and rejected teens

Submitted: December 06, 2007

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Friday Night – Perth Station

City Station evening convention -

Emos and Goths,

black-birds sitting on a wall

by track 9.

Cookie-cutter makeup,

signals of despair,

expressing conformist ‘individuality’.

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

Mascara eyes declare

desperation,

facade of macabre nihilism,

the heart’s exasperation

at parental rejection.

Tattoos,

images of self-harm,

adorn those

rehearsing the funeral cortege of life.

City Station evening convention,

feral drunken Toolies +

exit a train.

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

I am a man!

Macho images,

calloused hands

declare their

apprentice tribe.

They huddle like

Japanese tourists -

searching for victims.

Tattoos,

images of self-harm,

adorn these man-children

looking for trouble.

City Station evening convention–

Somali crackheads on platform 6,

spawn of warfare

exploiting the

entrepreneurial West.

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

I survived! –

genocide – refugee camps –

resettlement.

Old traditions broken,

relationships destroyed,

no homeland here

for ‘camel-jockeys’

and ‘rag-heads’.

Knife scars as tattoos,

images of war,

adorn this Diaspora,

the icemen

looking for buyers.

City station evening convention–

Asian gangs claiming their

city-centre hood,

riding the lines from

Armadale and Midland, ++

warily they disembark

on platforms 2 and 7.

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

I hate invisibility.

Europeans embarrassed,

ignore me,

can’t identify my

separate origins.

Tattoos, like

blue and red dog collars,

images of subservience,

to tongs and triads.

City station evening convention,

chroming Ngungar teens +++

drift in from squats,

and underpasses.

Past gone,

noses running,

minds gone,

kidneys failing.

No enduring identity.

Here comes the ‘Monarch’, ++++

khaki-uniformed catalysts,

official protectors of a generation

that dispossessed its children.

Substitute tattoos -

badges and stipes

images of harm-threat,

adorn those

protecting the funeral cortege of life.

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

I am essential to

the status quo.

Now there will be blood.

And news presenters will

click their pious tongues,

while talk show hosts

garner ratings.

City station evening convention –

All the conventioneers gather.

Confrontation brewing.

Violence – this generation’s

substitute for life,

tattoo of social self-harm.

City Station evening convention;

All the conventioneers cry -

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

I am a person!

Look past my symbols

of alienation,

I hunger for a love

I’ve never seen.

City station evening convention –

All the conventioneers scream -

Look at me!

Notice me!

Acknowledge me!

I am your child!

by James Gagiikwe 2007

Notes:

+ Toolies = young tradesmen and apprentices.

++ Armadale and Midland = Towns in metropolitan Perth

++ Ngungar = Indigenous Australian tribal people in south-western Western

Australia.

++++ Monarch = Ngungar slang for policeman


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