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Sunday, August 15, 2010

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the lines



shine to a convergence,



Or snake about some vague purpose.


The building, boarded up, is brown

with twenty years of trains.




There is no one here, and


stains,



and red dust whirls







the devil winds







Unseen unheard on the iron rails.




clacka clack clacka



clack:








-----------------You rock and roll








to


death


or


to




everything’s begin







At the heart of Auckland - at Auckland’s heart.







but




before






the




dreamt adventures,



Eat



at


the


railway


cafe




and



drink




for


your journey




.....






You only know:












the fire in treetops,



The car-flooded roads:




.....You are between the tree and its rock.





You



are



in





Queen Street






......... there is nothing here





























































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1 comment:

Tin grew said...

Ye hah !!