Brunswick Street

from by Kiran Leonard



written about a trip to melbourne when i was 10 and i thought all the twenty-somethings buying vinyl and wearing band t-shirts were dumb and then i became one of them


a cold winter brawl. the fog masquerades these sins;
it's a beautiful thing, full of eyes set alight
a thousand all-seeing rings

on a summer marquee, there's art on its street
moves me in the strangest of ways;
tired rope descends where the kilda lane lays

on brunswick street: that's where the deadbeats meet
that's where the deadbeats meet
where all the cool beat sleep

blind in the sun, but i hear you run with an old worn
vinyl in your hand, though i should have known
as we knew you would go
columns and rows. i hear the prose of a lost man,
i believe he's playing guitar. he speaks
with hoarse experience, like he knows who we are

on brunswick street, that's where the deadbeats meet
that's where the cool beats sleep
where all the paupers weep

and this isn't mystery,
this isn't mystery;
you wanted change, all you got
was a dent in your identity
and your shellac top

on brunswick street
that's where the deadbeats meet


from Bowler Hat Soup, released November 13, 2013


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