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lygon street is alive tonight it's only a thursday but there's bodies everywhere looking for a feed in the evening i can't avoid a spruiker standing outside with his best moustache and a menu twitching at a chance to tempt me in with a free red wine and something special but i'm just walking now taking in the scene and the people scattered everywhere on a cold night in the middle of july every restaurant is tables and chairs under a sidewalk-spread of umbrellas embracing the buzz of a round of chatter and the cosy hiss of portable gas heating it almost makes me want to sit and place an order from the italian lebanese indian malay place that i'm passing now on this smorgasboard street of multi-cultural cuisine but i'm only sucking up the sounds and taking in the scent and wandering at my ease once more up and down lygon street |
Frank Faust lives in the Melbourne (Australia) suburb of Chelsea, close by the beautiful beaches of Port Phillip Bay. He writes poems and stories in verse about people, their lives and loves and the things that sometimes keep them from sleep at nights. He reads regularly in the local poetry scene in Melbourne, particularly at the Dan O'Connell Hotel in Carlton on Saturday afternoons. He has been published in a number of locations, particularly in online e-zines. |
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