bricks thrown in cars cars cars

here we're channeling street debris
thru the classic real estate blues

we're shifting the bitumen ships
like seeds of chronic charcoal

these red cycle-powered spokes spent
our 1890s dreams unpedaled
on broken cobalt beds

yet yr billion percent hedge-fund
a crash of global detritus
now an inner-jesus realised

i'm a super-anarchista stain
an economic convergence resistor

our shadow culture relishing
this delicious capital exchange rate


(in response to "Charlie's" Perth Squat 2009)