metaphor

mercurial skies
bleed tiger eyes
on a city parched.
rough winds flutter
from skeleton trees,
mute suicides
(lines without context)
scuffing a landscape
that’s fifteen different
shades of grey,
big steps and
urban decay.


chills grip
while lines rip
in carrollian nonsense.
rivers of adrenalin
make shelter come
in strange costumes.
puddles tremble
but do not fill
without fifteen different
shades of grey,
big steps and
urban decay.

unexploded

and overloaded
in a city of punchlines.
caught in a metaphor
of limited success
and minor celebrity.
melbourne, i wear you
like a woollen jumper
that’s fifteen different
shades of grey,
big steps and

urban decay.