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Victoria Street

I took a walk on Victoria Street
the garbage's full of flowers
flowerbeds full of garbage,
The local drunk,
"Wahhh the fuck you looking at!"
pissing his pants,
and kookaburra's cry

I took a walk on Victoria Street
a young couple, uncoupling,
adultery in motion
her pleas of devotion whisper
"Please don't leave me"
pissing himself laughing
I cringed at his reply
"Fuck off slut"

I took a walk on Victoria street
shops their eyes shut
roller doors rusted together
glass windows with wooden stares
wood encrusted with glass,
piss in the gutter

I must have lost my way
the piss on the stairs
have to be an illusion!

but the smell, the smell!
gives it all away.

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to see the old neighborhoods, go downhill. The empty storefronts and the dark corners where the drunks and druggies hang out. It takes people committed to those neighborhoods, to keep them from becoming desolate areas. After being away from certain places here for many years, I found a lot of what you see on Victoria St. But there are people still here, living in what I suppose you might call ancestral homes, where their parents and grandparents and maybe even great-grandparents lived.
They have staved off the bad elements, with neighborhood watches, and staying here, rather than moving out and selling to absentee landlords. You have written a good piece that shows the blind eye that some turn, but the smell will give it away.
You made me feel. ~ Geez.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I am afraid like many country towns my hometown have been devoured by the scourge of drugs, it's changed the town so dramatically that I sometimes wonder where all the magic went, this is a beautiful little town on a major tributary and yeah, its not what it was. There are still spots that have remained untouched and pristine.

thanks for reading this one I really appreciate it.

love and higgliest bugs Sis xox

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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It's strange there are parts of town the old federation style homes are being fought over. There are some beautiful old homes that have been returned to their former glory. But in these areas of town the break-ins etc are increasing more and more people are getting cameras etc its really sad state of affairs, I am in a very secure home and if anyone was coming, I would hear them a mile away.

Its good that in your town that they are making your Victoria Street beautiful and new again they are trying to do so with our main street, but my old boss and his family own most of two blocks which is massive strip of businesses and they have been trying to decide which way they are going to go with the regeneration of the street.

Hopefully the police and other agencies can get a hold of the growing drug plague in the town. They have a massive task ahead of them because at the centre of the problem is like one of your reservations and we call it a mission. The drugs out there are mind-blowing.

Thanks so much for the window you opened a crack into your world and the visit and the read.

Kind Regards Jayne

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I'm at a loss to offer up an informed answer to the question
"why", why must a given society invariably turn to shyte, it just fucking does!

Your piece brought to mind a Nietzsche quote.

""Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music".
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Thought your piece dystopian, and, I'm glad "Victoria Street ain't around here.

Well written Seren....
obi.

ha ha,,, yeah,

It seems like the new generation has become the throwaway generation.

lol that's so true!!

Kind Regards Jayne.

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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It still dazzles me the change in our town, and not dazzled in a good way. I remember the local festival that was held in January of every year and I remember my Dad working on the gates selling tickets for the local Rotary club and it was a really beautiful area the rides were right next to the river and the flowers and the flora around the area were magical to me as a child, it's a shame we have lost some of that some of the areas on the riverbank are pretty but there are others that are haunts of drunks and drug users.

Btw I used to have that quote on my profile or as my signature here on Neo. That was a long time ago.

Thanks for the visit and the read its much appreciated.

kind regards Jayne

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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A good piece of work. We humans have such high hopes for the future, especially when neighborhoods and communities first come into being, but in the end, such places always seem to crumble, as we lose focus on what's important, and pretend that what we build will last forever.
Good to see you back hon. Love you, sister, big virtual hug.
>>xXx<<

Respectfully, Race

"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo

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Thanks for reading this one, I just said in my above comment these new generations seem to be the throwaway generation, they don't cook like we do, and they buy things to last so short a time and then throw it away and get another.

It seems like its spreading into the places we live, nothing is permanent anymore not like it was with my parents and grandparents' generations. But I see young people that are starting to live a little less like their familiars and that gives me hope that the circle will turn, and good times will return.

Its so good to be back and to see y'all again, I will keep my eyes open for any new posts I am trying to catch up with comments etc this evening.

love you bro biggest hugs your Ozzie Sis xox ((((hugs))))

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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