once i was a teen

turn the tap

silicon babe

take a walk

off your rack

down the meridian

promenade

take the city stars

drinking gin with lemonade

symbiosis holds a sway

over polished mall floor

neurosis,raven black

romantics standing upright

from there graves

to give the subculture spin

a nauseous laughter

oh to be young

and dead

hereafter

the rose adorned her

pretty mystic tangle

women there magick

pendant danglin

snakes are forever up

to necks stringy daydream medusa hair

taming the dragon inside ofall of us

crossing the spiral stone path to dunedin

songs mosses reflecting heartbreak sting

immediate rejection darling dequincey

and coleridge doing opium swelling

in scarfie flats to hedge cat scatting

and random potholes

do appear

as naked bums hang from the

scaffolding

dunedin in a prison year

bchained to its metabolism

churning medium rare kant

yearning to learn

the memes im sending

slant always slightly

to the right

apparition Annabella write

what you capture on the acapella gram account

sing to muddy paddocks

and watch for ravens

ghosts when they're about

going to a rave

Douglas caught the bus

to the papal

enclave just don't

blaspheme when

the kings about

he's very good at wrestling rugby

and letting out shouts

while pissed at a party

and solitary figures shedding

there lineaments

strip there skeletons out

to scare fear there in its riddlment

i thought i saw a Milton girl

smile

it was rare once

take a walk home

to calm down

the flighty frenzy

parking lots sound

breaks no bee buzzing

to angels appearing

end of day

staring

telling our stories now

singing our songs

watching balls bounce

against st clairs waves

nothing to declare

completly open

up out and about

we are the matchmakers

the losers kings the queens

the bank accountants bouncers

at the club the couple making love within the veil no ones seen

we make people live

for ever scene counts

and rants about when he gets home

but once the curries eaten off the stove

he knows even a dunce

some would perscribe him

the label

we are the crowds

i was once a teen

once