Victory St

Victory Street, named after a Queen’s conquest.A genocide that was forgotten, paved over with concrete.

Today it’s used by all kinds.An artery for hard workers.A home for refuge seekers.A hospital for users.

And flavours which can make you feel you’re not even here.

It’ll take you from the outer burbs.

All the way.

To the heart of a city.

One tram line. Friends. Fiends. Vacant shops. Gentrified coffee.

Victory St is filled with loss late at night.

Tonight will be a loser too.

Buying rocks is a loser’s game.

A $50 pebble is strong.Stacked up high as the tallest mountain.Only the first time.

Got to Everest once.Or the base of it.18 days uphill.

Couldn’t climb it with tonights lungs.Even the walk to the 7/11 is daunting.

ATM’s run out of money here.

Luckily not tonight.$50 is now $150.No receipts. No reminders of losing.

Buying rocks is expensive.

Victory St is home to a lot’s of losers who buy rocks.

Watch your step, this street will be the victor over you too.

It’s a gateway to bad decisions.