The Moonstomp
is clean.
Communism,
the dream.
Brilliant be the poems,
on Alternative Street.
Against the Mann
with the
personal smile,
these prison happenings
have an
orange affair
with the truth.
As we tango
like penguins
in the darkness,
a two-bob freedom
is best selected,
from these spines,
aloof.
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