In the hinterland of life
west of the coast
by 25km of traffic
dense as dust we must
confront the size
of the problem.
My brown shoe
has lost its shine
and the sole worn -
singular or plural, urban,
ethnic, aged or rural,
alcohol-obliviated,
club-dominated,
fast-food saturated,
Diet Coke burpurated:
is it any wonder?
Map 241, F13 marks
the Mt Druitt of my soul,
suburbs built without amenities:
instead, misunderstandings,
sensitivities offended,
little attention to child care,
concrete poured and walls built
in haste against imaginary winds:
letters posted from here
and there give clues,
random roads and rusted gates:
public transport is bad.
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