17/10/19
Spencer St Station.
In a Melbourne winter that falls in summer
I’m listenin’ at Southern Cross.
‘We’re just two lost souls swimmin’ in a fish bowl.
How I wish you were here.’
Busker chants.
And now it’s commin’ down Melbourne,
and the summers blown away
like in ’68.
Fourth season today
and it’s only 12:30.
Busker stops
for fear of bein’ fried
by the fall,
by the 240 volt.
It’s never easy is it,
for a busker
when summer turns
to winter on Spencer Street
or any street?
‘Wish you were here
(one ) lost soul swimmin’ in a fish bowl.’
I chant.
He could a done
‘Who’ll stop the rain.’
I was gonna give him a dollar,
lighten the load,
lighten my load for not feedin’
the beggars on the street,
livin’ in fish bowl.
But it’s comin’ down Melbourne.
Winter that falls in summer.
Is never easy
is it for a beggar,
when hearts turn to winter
on Spencer Street or any street?
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I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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