So maybe I'm a gray cloud
in a humid sky,
my sweat is real
like fool's gold in a fountain,
bob for it and rise with
water dribbling from your beard,
wipe away sorrow as if it's
rainbow drops,
glistening with insight gleaned
from supermarket gossip,
pure shock jock clean.
Is that lettuce fresh?
If I knew I'd tell you,
not flinch from your query
like some outcast casually
asked the time of day,
so why do you ask?
The sun is relentless in
pursuing your eyes,
you can shade them but
never hide,
perhaps you find the light disturbing?
like revealing your nakedness to
the street
and wildly laughing,
beauty perhaps,
but more
twisted limbs and feckless abandon;
good for some.
So I list to starboard taking on
tears,
a gray cloud in humid sky.
Queensland MP won’t recontest after bad behaviour put under spotlight
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The deputy Liberal leader says Queensland MP Andrew Laming will be quitting
politics at the next election.
3 years ago
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