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Senses Poem

Glass shattering from empty wine bottles, in a dumpster, in an ally way off of Hardware Lane.
1 a.m Saturday morning.
The CBD  of Melbourne does not dazzle me
The voice of a toothless Danish man telling me how pointless he thinks recycling is
I look past him as the lonely laneway hospitality staff finish their shift
I do not like waiting tables.

The sound of love in (…)

Senses poem

Sound

Glass shattering from empty wine bottles, in a dumpster, in an ally way off of Hardware Lane.
1 a.m Saturday morning.
The CBD  of Melbourne does not dazzle me
The voice of a toothless Danish man telling me how pointless he thinks recycling is
I look past him as the lonely laneway hospitality staff finish their shift
I do not like waiting tables.

The sound of love in (…)