Scoop!

TOM King St, Newtown
The night of Thursday, February 16, 1978

I come around the corner to the taste
of smoke, of burning rubber and petrol
on the night air. Falling cinders smudge
my face, my eyes burn with the haze.
I’ve been disco dancing down at the Hub,
and I’m walkin home to clear my head
of music and booze and ciggie smoke, of girls
in flashy dresses and too much makeup
and the Greeks and Turks in their too tight jeans
leerin at the girls and leerin at me. Christ!
This is huge! The Rural Bank an the jeweller’s,
an several other buildings, like somethin from
photos of the Blitz! Fire bombed and still alight.

 

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