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Adam Aitken
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Such dirty workturning dreaming tracks
into nature strips
that drunks fall over
on Larapinta Drive
and Heavitree Gap
a tribe oversees
the wrecker’s yard
punctuating the MacDonnells
first landmark into town
The traffic lights glow
with spiteful newness
in the crisp desert air of June
warning us to turn for home
Between Mario’s
and the Peking Palace
the arid zone cruise
of menu specials no one
claims are fresh
Then the traffic lights turn green
Mormons bike to work
in helmets of charisma
dayglo hamburgers
jammed in their saddles
© 1996, Adam Aitken
From: In One House
Publisher: Angus & Robertson, Sydney
From: In One House
Publisher: Angus & Robertson, Sydney
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Such dirty workturning dreaming tracks
into nature strips
that drunks fall over
on Larapinta Drive
and Heavitree Gap
a tribe oversees
the wrecker’s yard
punctuating the MacDonnells
first landmark into town
The traffic lights glow
with spiteful newness
in the crisp desert air of June
warning us to turn for home
Between Mario’s
and the Peking Palace
the arid zone cruise
of menu specials no one
claims are fresh
Then the traffic lights turn green
Mormons bike to work
in helmets of charisma
dayglo hamburgers
jammed in their saddles
From: In One House
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