Outrage Sunday 284 there can be no true beauty without decay

I met a man who met a man on the ferry:
He said he didn’t get it, and was very
Well-dressed in important attitudes; he said he
Wanted a brand-new shining thing across the sea.
We conspired to meet later at the pub, but I
Grew content looking at the impeccable sky.
I heard the wind create another speck of rust;
Quokka bones below me were returning to dust.




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4 Responses to Outrage Sunday 284 there can be no true beauty without decay

  1. Rong1 says:

    The rot of Rottnest


  2. Reign of Error says:

    I wonder what Sir Paul McCartney would have to say about this.


    • Zuben says:

      He would say it s time to redevelop rottnest into an exclusive internationally – branded resort cum tax haven , preferably with super high rise mixed use hotel casino designed on ouija-CAD by zaha hadid .

      Totally awesome , totally rust proof , like daylight savings time


  3. Shreiking Wombat Ni ja says:

    They are some truly fucked up verges.


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