our joan
la stupenda
the greatest bel canto
to date
not a sports star
so does not count for much
down here in Philistinia
the diva's childhood home
sold off to a chinese billionaire
spent millions destroying /renovating it
then reselling
Queen St Woollahra Sydney
no heritage listing
no preserving the building
intact for posterity
no plaque
for la stupenda
unrecognizable
this lovely 19th century home
'clyde cottage'
brutally reduced to a souless mcmansion
resembles an office block
i used to leave a flower
now i walk on the other side
don't look - hold my breath
dark thoughts rumbling
willing brewing a storm
to rain down dynamite sticks
on this edifice of disgraceful disrespect
our diva song bird her top notes made angels grin her country sadly deaf
neutral
o so safe
bland
comfortable
a la mode
low impact
lifeless
k madison moore
let colour conviction imagination
be the brush strokes of your life
refuse
to be oppressed by
the weight of opinion
the pc thought police
fight for
freedom
freedom of speech
speak out
stand up
stand tall
and
when you
turn around
find all
the troops have fled
find yourself alone
the quintessential symbol of sleazebags
with a strong tendency towards pussy groping
unhinged deranged ignorant and unprincipled
a potential president who does not even know
the correct date of the elections !
how could this happen? we might ask
he's filthy rich - we might answer
Good Luck Folks!
the canadian immigration department
is being overwhelmed (of course)
with applications for asylum by americans
get in early - avoid the xmas rush for citizenship
a birthday celebration
a cork popping
champagne symphony
roses
beautiful fare
beautiful weather
lovely surprises
a long time coming
and appreciated
this annus horribilis
has taken its toll
finally
smiles sunshine
a slice of happiness
for a few precious moments
overnight and over the moon
away with the pixies riding high
spring tipsy'd
her mind fizzing with champagne bubbles
she wrote - revealing her heart to him
in a thank you note
spilling words she swore
would never escape
her inner sanctum
or sneak past her lips
on to a page
next day
waking up
to the blurred late morning light
a techno lit
sign emblazoned
flashed before her eyes
one click
of the send button
is all it takes
to make a complete
fool of yourself
home
was never like this
stitched
suited
grand piano
(we only had an upright)
there are
no flowers
no lace
no cushions
no cats
no art
no fruit bowls
no glass decanters
no persian floor rugs (faux)
no wooden floors
no pot pourri
no lamps
no warmth
growing up
we had no idea
what we were supposed
to be missing out on
we were
the only people in the street
who had wine delivered by a merchant *Gasp !..*(.must be drunks)
the only ones who
tracked into town to buy imported food
( on public transport ) *More Gasps!*
it was a time when
wog was a term
reserved for greeks
and italians
we were fair skinned and blue eyed
labelled foreigners
marginally more acceptable...just...
our food clothes and ways
men greeting each other with a kiss *Beyond Gasps!!*
never got us an invitation
to a home
that looked like this