melbourne: sugar-coated sidewalks of a MEDness

I.
comes the 15th of june,
comes the beginning of the end:

over melbourne's sidewalks
walking away from the streets we knew
sidewalks,
like the time we thought was made for us..

all of the days have passed us by,
and all of the sun is gone away..

the bridges are crumbled,
the water soaks into rocks,
fell at the bottom of the road..

II.
the town that we lived in
the memories shaken apart:

6.20 pm, sickle-shaped moon
dark, damp winter night
beside the shelter
a possum crawled
up above
waiting for the bus?

between a red rooster and an australian diamond
thought someone yelled "jeph!"
pouring rain with it's-oh-so imperfect timing
i shall never complain again: a story of a box and i

passion for sports,
yell of go-gos before animals
"nullus anxietas" was what kept us going
hidden laneways,
out of the it's-oh-so dead straight line
jazz was born..

III.
comes the 15th of june,

i shall leave the doors open..