1969-2011

 i point out holes where the Communist Bookshop was bombed
Hotels that are now porn shops/torn up tram tracks
Visible landscape scraped clear and clean
until only memory's dreams retain once weres
Walk along the Brisbane River /where floods rose to break banks
Catch a RiverCat until midnight/flash photographing highrise towers
Reminesce two story slow town brown buildings,rivers,police uniforms
Spark gridlock now where Town Hall hidden among office blocks
Lights and glitter among strangers.Seek out West End Cafes
Bent Books survives under different owners.Where is Bohemia?
Word was once and now just Cabaret.Ghost town skyline beneath
Above,the frantic building on clay foundations.All is ,not was.
They who have no knowledge of their past can forget
They who remember cannot move back.Time knows both
Only one is allowed in to 2011.The rest is history.Art.Nostalgia.
An 82 year old Hawke kissing a New South Wales pigeon.
Bye bye 1969.Hello 2011.

@20,coffee shops and dance clubs.walk and yoga and jazz trip
any younger is hearing without understanding
any older missed opportunities for creating/making doing
This is your town now.Make your mistakes before new young arrive
to dispute your presence in their streets.Make your mythos
while you have breath to steal.All days are numbered breath.
Every fantasy is real.

Floods changed us.Cautious now,we tax solutions
Seek to rebuild in a flood plain,with premeditation
Like San Andreas fault lines,we draw new maps
aware our occupancy temporary as time
and water.

Water defines us-our lack(drought
Our flood.Tears.River.Creek.
Life emerged from wetlands and such swamps
as fins could turn to gills.Dolphins/sharks/crocodiles
Ancient as change/snap us to attention
Rain(again)