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Luka Lesson - Amber Lights

A M B E R L I G H T S The boys at school and I disappeared between classes passed tobacco between our hands like water at the well smoke signals provided translation between multi-coloured kids wagging in a vacant lot We met there between family and school felt most at home in the no-man's land where the old and the new worlds couldn't find us we even met there for fights first kisses swigs of alcohol on weekend nights It's even where my friend Mark told me about how our friend Omar had died and I found the truth somewhere between the explanations Us kids grew up in that vacant lot between being Greek Lebanese Vietnamese and Australian Knowing we were no longer truly either one but somehow both Migrant kids are like rivers always moving but somehow still enough to be given a name like Wog, Nip, Fake - hyphen - Australian So of course when we learnt how to drive we'd ride for hours in the only place where we felt like we belonged somewhere between points A and B between the green and the red I learnt to love the traffic lights when they turned amber because I realised our teachers also slowed down on their approach to us and tapped their feet impatiently for our answers I've learnt to rest my head in the elbows of my lovers somewhere between their hearts and their hands like the moon I keep my distance because it's the only thing that makes me look like I'm standing still enough to get close to So now I write my best work in transit in hotel rooms where the linen is transparent and the paintings by no-one I write so the silences between my words can begin to make sense and I exist somewhere between the surface of the page and the tip of the pen so I wrote this piece - I the margins but the whole thing is the TITLE at dawn and at dusk somewhere between the ridges the pinnacle and the cusp So when they tell me I'm not political enough not Greek enough not Australian enough not a poet enough not street enough or not me...enough I tell them I am a star and I exist somewhere between you seeing me shine and realising I'm already dead to you I just let you witness some of my burning I am not a hyphen I am a 100-metre dash between my history and your make believe between White-Australia policies and being saved by the colony between having to drag my past, kicking, back into my present and then hide it behind my back in your presence So be careful when you place that hyphen in my name or I'll use it to cut your throat just to show you how much I love this country but that I will always have some Sparta in me I may be the amber light but amber is the only gemstone that is a living, flowing liquid permanently fossilised that keeps itself warm that is used as medicine that smells sweet when it gets burnt that in Roman times was worth more than a slave that was used to decorate Mycenaean tombs that was named 'elektron' by the Greeks a precursor to the English word for electricity because they discovered that if rubbed the wrong way Amber will always create a spark and amber is only ever increased in value when some of us are discovered stuck in it So of course us forgotten ones the in-betweens the most rare would gather around the fires in that vacant lot and tell stories in our silences of how our friend Omar was sent flying between the hood of a Holden and the wall of a house like a shooting star I'm just glad we got to witness some of his burning... Subscribe: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonYT Facebook: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonFB Instagram: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonIG TikTok: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonTT Patreon: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonPatreon Spotify: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonSpotify Apple Music: https://bit.ly/LukaLessonMusic Website: www.lukalesson.com