Guide to Sydney Crime by Les Wicks - HTML preview

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S K Kelen

Legends

 

Legends in their own minds they

were legends like when Darryl killed

a bloke in his own street just hit the guy

full in the face with a garden spade ’cos he

wanted to hear the bloke’s head go bwang

though he only thought he would knock the c…

out cold the poor fuckin stupid c…

just dropped dead so now poor Darryl’s on the lam

Queensland. Darryl’s brother Darren never got

in bad trouble but he sure was a poofter for a fight.

He didn’t look much but he hospitalised

so many poor bastards for looking sideways

or getting in the way, it’s bad luck

when your luck runs out, hey?

  

Cecilia Morris

Rapture

 

Her immaculate bedroom

mermaid sculptures in miniature,

shells, dried sea horses, dead puffer fish.

Butterflies mounted on pins, blue wings speared.

 

Only one encounter tonight

a gentleman of deceit

not a regular he wore black satin gloves.

poised with a need of cold steel.

Inhale and exhale will collide.

 

In early morning he stepped up

into a halo of sunlight.

A strand of champagne hair clung to his collar.

 

A sparrow fell unfastened to lie on the concrete doorstep.