7Signs

7Signs

Please give us that one shot at fare evasion. Melbourne’s got nothing on this sky & its breeze like your unending gaze. Do not think of place, oh south coast ocean, where the first plunge shocks the system & no smoking signs glint like lit matches in the midday sun. You know you’re getting old (24) when every teenage girl is (with no alcohol) confidence and ignorance personified. Now it’s afternoon and celebrity mags whisper, “Emergency!” cling to faces like barnacles. One flight of stares above & a set of carved initials reminds us that surveillance cameras stop (at) nothing.

Lachlan Brown