Three LeggedThey were walking hand in hand along the beach and I was jealous. I have walked hand in hand. It is a gesture of something which is often habit... or perhaps a way to balance... or of not to have to talk words. Hand in hand. The consideration is the body language, the spacing of the footprints and where the chins are indicating. My hand in hand would never be close enough to your warmth, to the truths that fall out of you as your eyes grow dark in intrigue and independence .I would rather cut wrists or fingers and share a bloody bond than hand in hand with shoulders pointed away.We did that and it was warm and right with honest hearts and t
Taxi DriverSydney: Night Time Taxi Driver.He, taxi driver of the city night .. hollow man and shadowless,denizen of invisibility."Cabbie" to some, nameless to others.Man of eve, man of the nightshift, taking over after Zengo( of the grey cardigan, who's off to Coogee to son's birthday) and now it's his time absorbing heat of the day, setting the car seat for legs long and inclined to cramp. Ford or Holden makes no matter cruising Bayswater or conforming to the rank, he's paid his dues.There, flagged down . hopefully a friendly one here inside deserted darkness somewhere in this city, within the nightness of it all, A noctur
It is one of 7 in a series...I forgot to take photos of the others and now they have glass on them and it is impossible to get a decent pic.