Here,
among the businesslike grass,
this trundler
from the interminable
carpet,
a welcome
that wobbled,
now
guttered in front of me
dead.
Confounded
by the Belmont dross
– these taxis,
budget of dew –
only you
rolled through
the duty free, imbibed
the undeclared, the
uncollected
wiredness, the dregs
of the C&D,
the grey
Ibis,
les ibis pee,
only you:
tarnished
fuck-sticked
worstness
of that cheapest site…
Photo by Missy Rach, and apologies for any “inconvinience” to Pablo ‘Instant Coffee’ Neruda.
The Worst of Perth 
Yeee Haaahh!! “Hey Josh, there’s one trolley broken away, and it’s making a sprint for the Ranges!!”
“Let it go, we’ll never find it up there. Them Ranges hold a handful of breakaway wild trolleys, you cain’t get near ’em! They’re feral!! We’ll just have to tell the Boss we lost one, and there was no way any of us was gonna chase it up!! It just ain’t worth our lives to go after them rogue trolleys!! You never know whut they’ll do, they can turn on ya in an instant!!”
LikeLike
It’s coming right for us !
LikeLike
What you said is very true,mostly the people who into peoples houses end up with a fine and loss of there d/l , although most times thehome owners insurance will cover the repairs .but there is alot more lost than i feel the courts understand . enough is enough
LikeLike
If only we had 3d photos.
LikeLike
Tremendous!
LikeLike