TAB Midland 12:34 June 1st 2007

He was a greyhound trainer
But all his dogs were duds

He peers from his cigarette
Eyes like matchheads
Waiting to strike.

‘This is the most high-leverage capital return investment aside from armed robbery,’ he winks

Yet the place quakes with an untenable boredom
Earthquakes emotionlessness and cigarettes

He shuffles initially and places $1.25
Then changes his mind and makes it 80c
On Impact

His eyes are like pools of sulphur spreading to the streetlights

Outside freedom menaces

Inflammable impressions on glass.

Snoop Bilby, aka Daniel Oxenburgh (Western Australia)

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