Darlinghurst Days #1

The incessant throb and grind of traffic, interspersed with the jackhammer, crash of scaffold and wailing of the fluorescents clambering up & down, in to out & from street to sky. The noise, the bloody noise of motorbikes, trucks and recrimination. 

My world has got noticeably smaller, the Dog on the bed snores gently, the pile of books on the floor grows by the week. I don't read them, why should I? They will only remind me of the world as it used to be. 

Things will change though... as I refuse to go on like this.

Rain

The rain hasn't stopped, the rain will never stop.

Sydney - March 2021

Day in the life...

The Long Weekend

-- Driving through

empty streets, floodlit, 

waterlogged.

A toy pistol lies

abandoned in the gutter.

All the stray dogs 

were rounded up

over the long weekend.

-- Netball courts 

cracked and overgrown.

A skateboard lies 

upside down, bleached.

The khaki torn tents 

in the car park,

twitching in the 

benign breeze

are the only signs 

of movement.

The car radio

picks up only static...

-- I suppose I should

try and find some petrol.