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Sympathy Laughs
04:55
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Walking streets in the dark
sit on the edge of the monastery
and reminisce on our past
you say there's some cheap thrill
in breaking dumb rules
Seventeen treadmills
lined up in a row in the window of Beatty Park
floor to ceiling glass
Eight masts
three lights
in between them glow
looks like
the Subi oval goal posts
I slip
on the stone jetty
fall on my hands and knees
I'm fine
just embarrassed
they help me to my feet
give me sympathy laughs
When I was a kid
My knees were always grazes (scabs and scars)
And blisters on my palms
From the monkey bars
Now I pretend to be grown up
I'm scared that I'll fall over
If I walk too close to the water
But tonight I just want to feel my ears
Among
The waves
So I risk the fall
Put on
Like I am brave
And I don't care at all
I slip
On the stone jetty
Get salty knees
My friend
Makes like a medic
And asks me: does it sting?
I smile
As sympathetic laughter
Rings over the bay
And the echoes come back to us
I think they're laughing but
Somehow they seem to say:
Making waves ain't easy
Get out of the way
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Divination rules my mind these days
and the cards dictate every move I make.
Zodiac tactics replace my usual antics,
most of my friends can't stand it.
Divination: stuck in the fortune sphere
Every word I hear might be the one that foretells my end is near
And every seer's eye might see my imminent demise,
so divination rules my mind
Divination, oh in my mind the supreme Divine has got a hold on me
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Faces on the Ceiling
06:08
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Purple Suburbia
04:41
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Lilac carpet neighbourhood
November is falling around us like we knew it would
Suburbia is purple for a solid month through
Yeah I'm doing well, how are you?
The sky is less blue on the flats
Two and a half years has gone by just like that
Gotten used to the smell of the rain on cement
And the smog above Shaftesbury Ave
Your fridge is an image of health
Mine is a graveyard, sour milk on the shelf
Make a joke like I hope that it's still within date
But I know it's too late
And when I get home and the sky is still light
Cos the clouds are lit up from below by street lights
I remember the way I felt in your hands
And I try to recall how you felt in mine
Your dog has forgotten my name
She was looking suspicious as I got near the gate
I said, 'Lucy it's me, don't you remember this face?
And I know it's been years but am I really a stranger to you now?'
She said, "Anni, is that you? Cos you don't smell the same.'
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White chalk fingertips leave footprints
In the kitchen and the hallway
You got paid to chalk the pathway
Putting promo underneath
The feet of commuters and
Underpaid artsworkers
Time is money and money is time
When your time means next to nothing, why bother?
Just curse those employers and their free t-shirts
Summer cafe afternoon
A glass of rosé served alongside
A slice of cheescake I'm feeling older
Sitting under air conditioner
People come and go all day
For lunch with their mums and second dates
But in these months I'm content with sitting
Watching people coming and leaving I'm staying put
This November jacaranda
Petals fall on your verandah
And in Hyde Park lake a Golden Retriever
Is getting duck shit on his belly
Owners are quite unimpressed
But walkers by are all laughing
And every moment getting younger
Knowing less and feeling dumber
The queue is long and the feeling is longer
Letting go of it sooner or later
Longing only holds me under
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Nika Mo Perth, Australia
Making and performing on Whadjuk Noongar boodjar. Sovereignty was never ceded.
Melancholy-folk that makes the Perth mundane sound somewhat poetic.
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