Randwick Bridge

The women call me Genghis Khan

For my chains and endless beard

Holding children to their chest

Dirtied little faces beaming

From their sodden naval sheets

The children stare with mouths agape

And giggle through their fluffy cloaks

At strange gruntings and moanings at night

Yet there isn’t much to see

With the wool pulled over their eyes

The men call me a hero tramp

For my brave, endless beggary

They count their shillings from their day

From their labour deftly spread about

The infinity of a day

Randwick Bridge sings to me;

A tarmac above my watery grave,

Whilst I dream of making passage there,

The filtered light speaks miracles

To my yellow, calloused skin.

Each day I stare with a fish-eye

Poised steady upon my view,

Upon our quarters beneath the world

The edges turn all fuzzy and blue,

For all visions come through dreaming

Footbridge to my sleeping quarters

Promenade to my begging spot.

Pier for my idle mind

And my teacher most kind indeed;

I march as a dead man in ether.

For one fateful day I lost my way

And fell into the water

Beneath the surface I saw so clearly

The strong foundations of the Bridge

And fell to sleep by the calm undulating vision

Before my fatal step

I etched my story into woodwork

My few lines of poetry to say:

“This wooden beam hath been my totem,

My ascension and my fall,

Look all ye upon its form

Like a cruel splinter in the sea.

I climbed the broken ladder rungs

A passage into death

And through my misery I hope

You learn from my mistake.

I took the fatal passageway

To dote upon the Bridge,

Sweet in all her promises

But cruel in passing her gifts.”

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Glory Knight

A sorrow, of a stirring, sleepless morn
I began to dream thus with my mind wide open
And t’was the strangest thing, too!
With the rolls of thunder thrashing and wind thus tepid
Sweet daffodils and thyme brush her brave calloused feet
And a handsome honeyed sunset, shaking off the chained darkness
Whose cold claws fed its radiant heart with utmost despair

3 years, 1 month ago.