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A Kings Cross Muse: Once upon a Ragtime

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Tuesday, 13 September 2011. Once upon a Ragtime. Once upon a ragtime. In a stout house by the sea. Sat a bold and carefree woman. With her one child on her knee. The kettle on the belly. Brackish sand was in her hair. Washing in the window. Tanner in the lair. A mighty cloud was thickening. Sou' easter off the coast. If Papa ain't got anchor. The old dog's sure be toast. Like it hate it.

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A Kings Cross Muse: In Astral Air

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Monday, 30 January 2012. She lit the stairway. Golden rings of fire. Respite from it's blackness. That with each footstep. Though just floating above it. At the back of her neck. Made her feel real enough. Until the very thought of this. Returned each inch of her body. To bed with all that is heavy. Where she lay unaware. Of her travels once more. The tickets to which. A kings cross muse.

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A Kings Cross Muse: a prayer for upturned lips

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Sunday, 9 October 2011. A prayer for upturned lips. Her lips are curved. As if the edges are weighted. And the colour has drained from her eyes. And the water has leaked from her skin. And the spirit has fled from her voice. Her stately stance is stooped. Her gaze darts about as if a camera. Swirls about her shadow . I know this place. I smell it's creeping breath. A kings cross muse.

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A Kings Cross Muse: it's only a ripple

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Sunday, 1 May 2011. It's only a ripple. Dipping my head below the waterline. Lifting my feet from the sand. Tumbling backwards toward you. Whisper with me . Here comes another . It's not quite as I'd imagined. The way things would turn out. All these shadows and rays. Wobbly lines, the deadrise of ships. Whose high tide marks leave me. White froth from her belly. The things I want most.

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A Kings Cross Muse: An Acute Sense of Spokie Dokie

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Tuesday, 4 October 2011. An Acute Sense of Spokie Dokie. You know those spokey things on bikes. That rattle when the wheels are spinning,. That are coloured and plastic. And cool for little girls . Inventoria has them on her bike. My bike. Is the same except I don't have the spokies. And I don't have suspension. I have. An anti mining sticker and a picture of a wave. White ox you mean".

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A Kings Cross Muse: exert from the beekeeper

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Tuesday, 26 April 2011. Exert from the beekeeper. Around the card table of the gods. Seasons are dealt out. Like ideas at andy's factory. Another poem about the weather. Another verso descripto on nature. Another 15 minutes of sunshine. A kings cross muse. 15 Minutes of Sunshine. Links to my friends. This bower my prison. Like it hate it. A kings cross muse. View my complete profile.

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A Kings Cross Muse: the luckiest dip of all

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Friday, 16 September 2011. The luckiest dip of all. Of all the things old and new. That you and I have wondered of. Taken but for a glance. Left to drip from the soles of our shoes and forgotten about . These little things that fly in unnoticed. That don't make sense till tomorrow . Lets catch them up and keep them in a basket. That sits quietly on top of a cupboard. Ready rolled pre fab.

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A Kings Cross Muse: Thankyou and Goodnight

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Friday, 30 March 2012. AND SO IT ENDS. THE KINGS CROSS MUSE. 5 YEARS 155 POEMS. A MEMOIR A MUSE. Thanks for reading those who did. I've moved on . to new adventures. I'll be doing a Kings Cross Muse book with my favourite. Verses and some interesting drawings of Kings Cross. Spoken word poems will be available at the Kazula Records. Thank you to the locals past and present of Kings Cross.

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A Kings Cross Muse: Rosyln St Kings Cross, circa 2012

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A Kings Cross Muse. Not human but muse. anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross . aahh the possibilities are endless! Thursday, 15 December 2011. Rosyln St Kings Cross, circa 2012. On an evening not long ago. I was wandering and wondering. When it struck me. How much things have changed. Memories jostling for position. My heartbeat keeping at pace. With my scuttling high heels. I rest against the old and dusty tree. And close my eyes . All those rockers and rollers. Fashion was rip it up. Now I'm sure ...