in homage to frank o’hara
a fix of toby’s estate coffee on the footpath.
baird has sold the education department
& another heritage building:
archival storage boxes re-labelled ‘wine glasses’
past the museum of sydney—martin sharp’s
tunnel of love—rows of ancestral totems
names of the dead as mournful
as first people circular breathing down at the quay
the art of war is showing at the gallipoli club
the bar girl winks her cubes
languorously agitating a man slumps on the door
of a soon-to-open restaurant
around the corner gulls stir fry the air
someone in a sari hurries
towards the noodles of bridge street
the sun is hot a silver statue stifles a sneeze
outside customs house buskers on unicycles
juggle flames & gimme signs
at wharf six captain cook
directs travellers to the bondi explorer
the infirm struggle to board ‘the radiance of the sea’
ferries turn beneath a jacaranda sky
the harbour arch crawls with climbers
in search of a mountain
outside the mca rows of green tufts implanted
on bald ground a baby magpie is fed
shredded lettuce a man in a hoodie competes
with ibises for poly-boxes in bins
in the rocks five maseratis & two passengers
dressed in ribbons & lavender fur
halt all traffic without permission:
the importance of filming their music video
yellow helmets protect labourers from talkback radio
it’s my lunch hour, so i go
