In Surry Hills

By | 1 July 1999

faintly scribbled in sky-blue pencil
on the front wall of my house
in Surry Hills in 1971—
“is this the hostel where the lazy & fun-loving
start up the mountain”

I don’t think anyone entering the house
had hear of F. O’Hara,
their T-Rex records under their arms,
out to the kitchen to lean against
the fur-lined door I’d made
to honour Meret Oppenheim
& for a sensual lean
as well

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