traditions i never took part in are dying around me
cafes built by tradesmen who don't drink coffee
new apartments for the stylish and the conversations they bring
cars standing still - and the people waiting for them
football supporters - supporting anzac day - heartbroken
nights out wasted - and nights spent in
days working - five days weak - two days strong
tourists photographing what i take for granted
mysterious eyes of strangers looking at the strangers around them
sunsets going unnoticed as i check my watch for the third time
thoughts of the weather that do no good
drinkers at the bar taking a break from being broken
spare coins that makes no change at all
passions wasted - once upon a time, in a land far away
heartbreaking summers, and warm winter soups
radio stations and newspapers everyday, all over the world
complicated relationships between everyone
people living their different lives in their different bodies
fights fought where tomorrow i buy my lunch with friends
moments in my life drifting away like a dusk lit seven four seven
children doing whatever it takes to own a bicycle
crimes discussed at dinner time
powerlines that make it possible
phone calls - four times as many as there ever was
walls scribbled with political statements i'm well aware of
post-christmas christmas lights
distant sirens - the worst day of someone's life
buildings that touch the sky and shade the sun
stars forgotten in the spotlight moon
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