Newtown – the peak of the bell curve
I can wail about rentals
and the lawyers
who came to stay
the artists who have left
and woe tidings
to 21st century gentry.
Clambering out of the money pit
Predictions and wishes are launched
Where do the sentries go
the students now stay
with parents
I thank god for the housing commission
to keep the distributary
of fiscal hygiene in check
Marrickville and Dulwich Hill
suburban enough for social diversity
on ethnic heritage lines
and perhaps the evolution
of hair cultures going back to the 1960s
it’s different till the tribe
grows big and old,
hair loss or lost its meaning,
hair loss or lost its meaning,
and neatly nucleates to familiar familias
the bedrock of the nation
and then the fluid sets
the concrete took a block
a yard or two.
In Leichhardt the gelato
will set you back
but not like the butcher
to your wallet
and it’s the clumping
of real estate
between people’s
fascinated disbelief
a million now the median
demanded. Let the bubble
burst but first the high density
out past Ashfield
promises the end to watching
another reality tv show
and the commencement
of the Real Estate Channel on free to air
The trees of Petersham
are the stalwarts of space
some highway built
will demolish the old face.
It’s a shitfight, the sprawl
it’s the root system
and not gridded plane
and the jumbos are not that bad
for noise.
I can be educated, be brown, wear glasses
and dress like a hobo hermit hobo
without getting knocked and knocked out
by backwater boofheads endearingly called lads.
We welcome city and wanderers
musicians unless they got it good
and buy in Bondi. It’s the art
undiluted cordial of the Cumberland basin.
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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