
The following is something I wrote not long after moving to Melbourne, it alludes to Forrest Gump whom I felt somewhat like when I first moved here – simple, uncultured & awkward.
TOORAK FORREST
Something about this place makes you face yourself
Like Sylvia’s eye of a little god mirror
Despite the comings and goings of Chapel Street
And the boom shaka laka boom from the sixth floor
Everyone in such a blasted hurry
Making you seem all the more blasted slow
I wish I was a bird so I could fly far, far away
How far Jenny?
Something about this place makes you face yourself
Like Sylvia’s eye of a little god mirror
Despite the comings and goings of Chapel Street
And the boom shaka laka boom from the sixth floor
Everyone in such a blasted hurry
Making you seem all the more blasted slow
I wish I was a bird so I could fly far, far away
How far Jenny?
.....FAR!
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