NaPoWriMo – 16/30

A stormy stench lingers
the rain has begun to pound
the eucalypts have buckled
the roars have stirred the ground.
Flinders Street is drowning
the locals are stifled and hot
the koalas have retreated
seeking shelter at a stop.
Oops they did it again:
Man-eating lizard people
dressed in corporate suits and ties
appear on Capitol Hill.
I don’t like what I see here
an underclass of laneways
cries from the lost and forgotten;
society’s castaways.
I want to go back to daisy chains,
bursting MJ from my walkman
alongside the River Bourne
whilst writing over my hands.
I always wanted to travel,
see what the world had to show.
Now I’m painted Brunswick Street
finding love over Milo.
The greatest fear is to be lost
we need see the bigger picture
as thunder stirs above our heads
purple lightening, it will feature.