Melbourne Bars

Vengeful bars vomiting their breed
Of people onto the pavements.
Like clusters of wasps buzzing
From the noise of the
Electronic vibrations
That have irritated them.
And restaurants
Instilling hurry and worry
Into the commerce of
Eating.
Pay the bill.
Pay the price!

Walking into home
Removing the street clothes
To bathe in the warmth
with bare skin.
And the dog moves a paw
In recognition of my passing
As he soaks the cool from the wall.
And I sit in the shade of the house
Watching the cat spread on the
Path away from the sun.
The flowers shine colour
without moving,
Touching me
As the breeze moves things,
Slowly.

Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp