I am passionate about Brisbane. In all my travels, it is the city that feels most like home, so it was great to read Augusten Burrough’s account of his recent stay in Brisbane in the Weekend Australian. He likens Brisbane to:
‘Cindy Crawford sitting on the porch reading a book while plump older sister Sydney tap-dances on the sidewalk in a leotard that’s too tight, hoping a talent agent drives by.’
Read the full article ‘Cindy City’ here: http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,25125686-5012694,00.html
And here’s a poem from my latest collection Ruined Man. For me, it says it all…
Brisbane Love Poems
1. Brisbane, how I love
your pastel-painted sunsets
2. I have seen G.W. McLennan
walking the streets of your town
3. Prostitutes sweating on street corners
like strange, erotic parking meters
4. A young musician wearing beautiful
dark glasses, inhaling the scent
of quarter past four in the morning
5. The skull of a cat nestled in the gutter
after a big rain
6. Windows shining in lonely streets
like artificial flowers
7. Pigeons picking over the remains
of a broken love affair
8. And still-born poems waiting
at the doorstep wrapped
in filthy newsprint