This is where it began, this manic
place with endless nose-to-tail
traffic jammed
on tarred and concreted
street-light orchestrated
discordant runways of
the damned
where traffic lights animate
wait in truculent ambush
for troglodyte high-risers
trapped in toxic bricks –
sniggering demented pique
frothing displeasure to blink, flicker
and change when guaranteed
exasperating impacts
where anomie differentiated
me from evil vapours populating
this place, where I departed
for wide open spaces, living trees
and endless green joyfully replacing
noxious Sydney traffic jams.
© 8 August 2007, I.D. Carswell
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