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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