red lights & lonely streets


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I thought I’d just made it:

1:28am read my clock.

Alas, the unforgiving doors

Were already curtly shut.

Smug and arrogant his tone,

Not according to my watch,”

Scoffed a pompous security guard in mock.

Anyway we locked them 2 minutes ago.”

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*sigh*

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Waste my breath on that lout I did not.

I walked away from ‘Purple Rain’ echoes,

UNLOCK SYDNEY sign futilely swaying to and fro.

Prince was dead;

So too my spontaneity, my gusto.

Prince in another heaven dimension;

My footsteps aimless in limbo,

Footsteps soulless sans disco.

~

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Driving through the CBD

Unconscious vacancy I see

Red light blockades

Nightlife culture frayed

Streets so empty,

Grey, motionless, so lonely.

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How can you feel connected to the city

In empty, lonely streets?

How can you feel absorbed by the city

In empty, lonely streets?

How can you feel heard, feel included?

How can you feel welcome?

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No longer can these lights flash red,

Time the government its moral crusade unwed.

In honour of Music a catalyst beckons

In honour of Culture a catalyst beckons

In honour of Art a catalyst beckons

To again feel connected, absorbed

To again feel welcome.

Or so be it rebellion.


 

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