hoddle st

dead evening swells darkness hits i make my way home red light impatient cars a sudden weariness overcomes “you seemed happier yesterday?” she asks “we have two days off!” but how do you explain the feeling of the grinding inevitable? »

the hoddle street lifeline stretches out beyond my arm i nod absently to the driver and try to find a seat where his radio is less annoying before long the headphones go on and it’s boris (on mine) versus the human league (on his) “don’t you want me?” set against flood maybe i shoulda had feedbacker instead and it woulda been vrrrrrrmmmmmrrrrrrr as the “B” lights up and we’re first out the gate »

i spend my days passing your monoliths feeling pushed and pulled shaken and stirred until my head feels dizzy i’m lost on my feet and all I want is a quiet sit down. »