Posted by: paperpen on: 24 June, 2008
Only in Melbourne
it’s a dreary Monday (and this entry is late by a full day),
it’s a lunchtime peak hour,
it’s drizzling periodically,
but there’s an artist at Myer window front,
existing in his own time and space,
painting
there are buskers within a hundred-metre radius
tourists, magazine sellers and office workers
students, labourers and the homeless
same place, different worlds
it only happens in [...]
Posted by: paperpen on: 21 June, 2008
Accounts tallied. Work bench cleared. Leftovers put away.
Projects. Finished.
doors. closed. behind.
for one last time
and I realised I’ve worked hard, worked long hours
busted my bank account a hundred times over
and now again for recreational reasons
the car drives through Sydney Road in the rain
we sing for the moments of this night
and I feel like I could stay [...]