“A New Day” | Sydney Poet David Landgrebe

19 Aug

Streetlights flicker stubbornly before leaving their post in the early hours,
While resident cats, stalk the street on pincushion paws,
Crowds of bewildered wheelie bins congregate on concrete coasters.
Sneakers hang like bats, from power lines, swinging footless road kill, dangling from the sky.
And the pearly whites, of the moons smile, are reluctant to leave the stage at dawn.
A calamity of chairs and tables migrate to the footpath, aided by sleepless staff, shiny bright irons, electric jugs, coffee mugs, with morning master chefs,
Trading cornflakes for pancakes.
City lovers of Woodstock camouflage themselves, curling up in olive brown jumpers, and carbon coated sweaters; the tall tattoo twins and their cuddling cardigans carved out an honorable living on King Street recently.
Smokers exhaling yesterday’s egos, coughing like colds
Niagara Falls of simultaneous hot showers, sober, clay pan eyes.
Silky terriers peaking through fringes of string and dancing like doughnuts at breakfast, hoping to receive his superannuation pay out.
Crawling cracks in the bitumen, in shades of asthma grey, growing, between the fresh coats of paint.
A proud bum gets his first tip of the day, from a generous business suit, fresh from the dry cleaners.
They sketch their hearts out, with coloured tin cans rolling on rendered walls without their audience.
Symphonies of university students carry libraries in laptops to the gates of mingling mobs, where seat warmers, and public transport hobbyists, babysit magazines.
Soft retail stalwarts polish windows glad wrap thin!
Airplanes take off from public roads, between the dotted lines cruising through buildings and trees as they please.
Couches sit outside in the weather courting couples; lounging loafers, and lovers play silent music, jostling in the winter’s sun.
Silent lovers painting tunes, shy, smiling, beguiling, and advertising their preferences near public phone booths.
Sounds of saxophones dissolve the street noise into a montage of ear candy,
Cherry coated lip smacking orators, swim in life’s aquarium, where the neon glow sticks performing courtships, in nocturnal habitats and street bars, dancing into the following day.


Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Poetry


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2 responses to ““A New Day” | Sydney Poet David Landgrebe

  1. Hayley Johnson

    August 20, 2011 at 8:48 pm

    You are an extremely talented writer! Love this.

    • davidlandgrebe

      August 21, 2011 at 9:04 am

      Thank you Hayley, Appreciate you having a read.


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