Month: March 2025

Happy birthday Lady Gaga and I’ll say it in a poem, ugly ducklings who follow the white Swan and you say it in a song. New York in the winter is the big apple the snow white country took a bite out of. New York is not America said David Bowie once. Sitting inside this Melbourne apartment where I did all my drinking, it’s hard to think of anything else. Famous lives like yours and tameless addictions like mine. A brown eyed lad in a lady’s eyes.

Homeless messiah who gets so high he thinks he’s in heaven, on the hard streets, under a soft sky, the bruised clouds, the empty hours. Take shelter under a random smile. It’s gold rush city and history spits in the streets. The homeless, the suffering artists, the shat on statues, the coins in a hat. The system is broken, wisdom is just a token offering. Someone yells, take a shower brother or I’ll throw you in the river Yarra.

You follow someone, and they end up leaving you hollow. The people you thought would be supportive end up being abortive, The New York bar where it all started for Lady Gaga are like the bars I frequent in Melbourne, notebook in hand. Fuck the facade, fuck the fear