November 26, 2001

Blacktown Babes

Tight “T”s and short skirts,
make-up the despair of “Woman’s Day”,
they try to claw their way
out of public housing
by their gel tipped talons,
while teetering on 6 inch heels.

Each day ends as it starts
with running for the train …
lucky girl who has a job
far from this multicultural cesspit
and can forget for eight short hours.

So what’s the future? Motherhood and /or
marriage to the bloke next door?
Old before their time and sick of scrimping
they sink before they learn to swim.

We had a Prime Minister…Paul whats’is name
who had his roots in Blacktown – but he moved.

Posted by Midus at 04:58 PM

November 01, 2001

Snapshots

There are few shadows in the canyon
To give respite from sun’s hot stare
As we clamber up the rocky paths

Walls of stone and cliffs throw back the glare
Select the tourists, sear their city skin
There are few shadows in the canyon

The kivas wait in stony silent mystery
The spirits of prior tenants laugh
As we clamber up the rocky paths

A well earned drink of water from my flask
Wipe my brow, replace my hat
There are few shadows in the canyon

Camera at the ready to record a perfect shot
Opportunity is everywhere around
As we clamber up the rocky paths

Time stops. I sense another presence here.
Surrounding shades become reality and offer me their hands
There are few shadows in the canyon
As we clamber up the rocky paths.

Posted by Midus at 07:44 AM