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I have a crush on e-girls: 2am poetry about Melbourne

11 September 2018

Listening to X only after he’s dead
Capitalising on vintage Woolworths’ plastic bags
Remixing washed out lo-fi vinyls from Savers
Cold blackwork tattoos sensory deprivation tanks milk crates
Following edgy destructive Internet girls on Instagram
Fifth element in a bathroom dripping with Stop Adani stickers
Reposting sad boys popping pingers on SoundCloud
Washing down cheap dumplings at Chinatown with goon
$15 punk gigs to listen about Jordan Peterson and Andrew Bolt’s Twitter account
A café studio that holds pottery and life drawing classes
Gums darkened from excessive caffeine and nicotine
Shaved heads pierced nipples in 90s sportswear at a warehouse rave
Sonic communism posters bags of ket Slurpee cup days terrarium pop-up stores
Awkward self-deprecating-but-self-obsessed queers unearthed on Thursdays
Baby I listen to Mac Demarco wear Dickies and go to art galleries DTF?
Swiping cards and Tinder profiles smashing the patriarchy
Tourist merch stained oversized jeans Ringwood skate park
Tag me in the most reliable sources to exist Rompa Stompaz The Beetoota Advocate and Vice
Breaking bongs smoking meats gagging on shoeys groovin’ moos
Interested in every Facebook event only to never show up
Tap on or check Where are our mates Melbourne’s PT ticket wardens today?
Complaining about the cold weather while wearing shorts and thongs
Tired even after a day of unemployment and endless smokos
International students in their Vetements never looking up from their phones on Tram 19
Tiny sunglasses coloured hair septum piercings muddy Docs
Mullet boys who skate make beats and screen print
Eating kebabs smoking shisha getting Maccas after a cheeky birthday nang
Nosedive 1-star ratings throwing up in the Uber at 3
Breath only reeked of VB’s and lastly the devil’s cabbage
Will I die after a day deprived of avo and darts?

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