it's in Australia

Spring is not here
it's in Australia
spinning and shimmying on its axis.

The clueless go shopping
eat up the environment with their eyes while the place where their souls normally would have been
look like a big box retailer before the stores open.

the rhythm of their brains off just a half beat
making sounds like computer generated jazz ,
trying to tidy up the variables,
imitating the sounds of coyotes in the studio,
getting exuberant when they hear it on the radio.

Spring is not here
its in Australia
heating up the earth, going about its biz.


luxury with whiskey hangover for some
market discipline for the marchers demanding moonlight without a hungry belly
without negativy in the teapot
without a tempest to chill their uncivil nights.

blindfolded bliss affecting vision and balance on the other side of the track where they're not packed in like chattel with the glazed over look of Gaza
The glaze of greed is more to their liking , holding on to links to the seconds of luxury , trying to forget about anything that could take things to the brink of disaster like getting stuck in a long weekend holocaust.

Spring is not here
it's in Australia,
peeking up from the south like the crocuses.