Delta40
04-05-2011, 05:58 PM
https://internet.fesa.wa.gov.au/alerts/Pages/Alert.aspx?ItemId=2540
Please note: This is a Reactive Write!
Kids whizz past me
on a stolen scooter.
as I walk to the shops
Will this heat never end?
They veer into bushland
and dump the bike laughing
'that was a blast, bro'.
Cars park on the verge
bulging with a fraternity
of drunken youth
whose unemployed status
threaten my suburban peace.
Hey there lady, you wanna ride?
They hang out in the seediest corner
of the community and cheer
their own failures.
The unforgiving sun beats down
like a visitor who has outstayed her
welcome.
The scooter lays on its side
gurgling a slow death.
Petrol leaks onto the tinderbox
bush grass like blood
till the resentment of the day
sparks a fire.
Whoosh! Fiery debris
is sucked through air-conditioning vents
working overtime to cool homes.
There is no time to pack.
No time to turn off the power.
In the burnt shell
that used to be a house
stands the frame of a treadmill
its melted rubber track
still smoking acrid fumes.
Please note: This is a Reactive Write!
Kids whizz past me
on a stolen scooter.
as I walk to the shops
Will this heat never end?
They veer into bushland
and dump the bike laughing
'that was a blast, bro'.
Cars park on the verge
bulging with a fraternity
of drunken youth
whose unemployed status
threaten my suburban peace.
Hey there lady, you wanna ride?
They hang out in the seediest corner
of the community and cheer
their own failures.
The unforgiving sun beats down
like a visitor who has outstayed her
welcome.
The scooter lays on its side
gurgling a slow death.
Petrol leaks onto the tinderbox
bush grass like blood
till the resentment of the day
sparks a fire.
Whoosh! Fiery debris
is sucked through air-conditioning vents
working overtime to cool homes.
There is no time to pack.
No time to turn off the power.
In the burnt shell
that used to be a house
stands the frame of a treadmill
its melted rubber track
still smoking acrid fumes.