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Come here When the Bruce is backed up It becomes a shimmering creek Honking and carrying on You ******* goose, give him the bird Come here When the cyclone bullies the palm trees Stretch out by the electric fan Chuck on a dry flannel And hear the wind assault the windows Come here Lean on the beams of a Queenslander White paint chipping Gander out at a back yard barking with love And snags on the webber Come here Bathe in the city green Sink a couple cones, then jump in the neighbour's pool Let the lorikeets shriek at the mango sky Four X and Vegemite, brown like the river Come here Watch the summer rains from the bar on the corner Drown in torrential conversation And when it stops ******* down We’ll sit in quiet and see the tungsten reflect off the bitumen Come here Feel that hole in the ozone Sunscreen-stained skin on skin Sticky sweat on your limbs Drape yourself down off the hills hoist Come here Acquire the taste Old utes showered in falling jacaranda petals Give it a hot crack Tell me you’re true Like a big blue flag and some southern stars When you’re here Wash up along the shore Wrap your coastline arms around me Kiss my salty face Make me homesick, for a place I never left
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
Ode to South East Queensland
Come here When the Bruce is backed up It becomes a shimmering creek Honking and carrying on You ******* goose, give him the bird Come here When the cyclone bullies the palm trees Stretch out by the electric fan Chuck on a dry flannel And hear the wind assault the windows Come here Lean on the beams of a Queenslander White paint chipping Gander out at a back yard barking with love And snags on the webber Come here Bathe in the city green Sink a couple cones, then jump in the neighbour's pool Let the lorikeets shriek at the mango sky Four X and Vegemite, brown like the river Come here Watch the summer rains from the bar on the corner Drown in torrential conversation And when it stops ******* down We’ll sit in quiet and see the tungsten reflect off the bitumen Come here Feel that hole in the ozone Sunscreen-stained skin on skin Sticky sweat on your limbs Drape yourself down off the hills hoist Come here Acquire the taste Old utes showered in falling jacaranda petals Give it a hot crack Tell me you’re true Like a big blue flag and some southern stars When you’re here Wash up along the shore Wrap your coastline arms around me Kiss my salty face Make me homesick, for a place I never left
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24/M/Brisbane, Australia
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
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