a study toward sonnet #1,294 by FisherKingKQJ
(ciii) 3.12.07
I struck an old flame corner Shortland Street,
Near the grand Post Office that was still gutted,
Part demolished, but with scaffolds butted
And bolted, brick by brick, across concrete.
Befuddled, double parked contractor fleet
Raised up dust clouds, concrete powersaws rutted
Bluestone kerbslabs, somehow kickback glutted,
Gaol tattoos tossed a chaingang union cheat.
I shouted beer in our old corner bar,
She spelled out her new new love, jack-of-trades,
And flicked up onto her crown shadowy shades,
She moaned payrise, cool boss, late model car.
We used to slum around, saw eye to eye,
I squat or sleep rough, still, just bye the bye.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 eye
o $10,000,000 aperture
o $10,000,000 hole
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