This place, a ***** concrete beast
that only washes when it rains
and smells of wino **** in drains
or overheated streets,
which meets the sea to dip its tongue
and spew a tide of ******* to the waves,
a noisy armadillo filled with human fleas
that thrive upon its armoured back,
to fill each crack and notch of skin,
existing on the heart that beats within its roaring chest,
and yet for all its whistling taxi noise,
it has a faded pizza scented charm
which does not rest
except for four am when all is calm,
the time I like this grand old girl the best.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
This place, a ***** concrete beast
that only washes when it rains
and smells of wino **** in drains
or overheated streets,
which meets the sea to dip its tongue
and spew a tide of ******* to the waves,
a noisy armadillo filled with human fleas
that thrive upon its armoured back,
to fill each crack and notch of skin,
existing on the heart that beats within its roaring chest,
and yet for all its whistling taxi noise,
it has a faded pizza scented charm
which does not rest
except for four am when all is calm,
the time I like this grand old girl the best.
Currently stranded in Sydney-getting to like the vibe