[photograph: Jack Ross (2006)]Birkenhead
Out of this universal feast of death, out of this extremity of fever, kindling the rain-washed evening sky to a fiery glow, may it be that Love one day shall mount?– Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
If you can’t park in Birkenhead
where can you park?
Slip Inn
Play the Big Game
Dollars & Dealers
money talks
but bullshit walks
exchange the orange baby
for the panda bear
Since the All Blacks lost
’s such a hassle
two mouths crooked so
mother & daughter
Full prog
& bikini underarm
Black on white
& white on brown
Breaking the norm
[First published in Spin 49 (2005): 60-62].
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