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I’d like to post
Mary Oliver’s
Wild Geese
on my blog
like so many did
but she’s too nice
for me
I don’t deserve
that love
was a relief
to see the car
some dead things
are beautiful
saw Rod and Tina
on Dubbo’s main street
they saw the tow
go by
as we drove
no one waved
except Melanie
we headed to
the wreckers yard
so I rang the wreckers
said ‘mate
my cars broken down
do you have a motor?’
the fellow said ‘yeah
we got one of them
do you need a tow?’
he gave me a number
the tow picked me up said ‘where’s it at?’
I said ‘this side of Dunedoo’
he said ‘okay, we’re on our way’
bout an hour later
I’d been looking at the scenery
out the window
lovely trip
he asks ’where’d you say it was?’
‘outside of Dunedoo’ I said
‘fuck!’ he says ‘I’ve gone the wrong way’
so we head back to Dubbo
my heads hanging low
down with my shoes
Rose gave me an industrial fan 180 watts
of wind power
it makes the curtains sway
(like a woman’s ass)
I’m always thinking of love
if a gift is a small piece of love
Rose gave me some
think to have
12 beers
done 4 already
put 6 more
in the freezer
get them cool
hon, I’m gonna need
some company
William
Carlos
Williams
lassoing a shirt
round his head
in a mirror
saying
‘I am lonely
I am lonely’
while playing
Springsteen
zombie
like death
sunlight
& people
stay away
from them
despair
& delusion
of internal
winter
the long
season
offer the
gun
the noose
the pill
choose instead
the carton
the noose
is cool
there
‘I gotta dick
hon
yr
wanna
see it?’
she said
‘yeah
I gotta
vagina
yr wanna see
that?’
I said
‘yeah
I do’
went to another pub
Rod ordered a meal
Tina didn’t want
nothing on the menu
said ’I’ll get some chips
down the street’
came back
with a heap
the publican came out
said ‘you can’t eat them here
get out’
Tina said
‘the chips are for Melanie’
Rod said ‘I’ve ordered a meal’
the publican said
‘I don’t care
get out‘
Rod went and got his money
outside we laughed
about it
Tina said
‘it’s cause I’m brown’
morning I went to
the hotel showers
Rod walked in
he looked at my dick
I looked at his eyes
he walked away
I brushed my teeth
later asked Tina
‘where’s the camera?’
she said ‘I’ve left it
in the truck’
the gift I gave her
for her birthday
in the afternoon
we got to Dubbo
the down and outers
were in the park
drinking wine
and other stuffs
we went to a pub
across the road
we played pool
in a section
full of dark folk
we were safe
cause Tina’s
a Samoan
the white folk
checked
us out
we got a room
Rod tipped ice
in a draw
to keep his beer
cold I said
‘you’re an asshole’
Tina slept in a bed
with me
a token gesture
to the man
who had the money
the Ford panel van dead
beside the road
all my tools of trade
and supplies in the
back
I feared a hijack
we hitched a ride
with a truck
into Dubbo
my hand still
trickled blood
the truckie
kept his eye
on the
bad boy
I kept my eyes
on them all
tired of romancing
stars
my hand
on my dick
gone to
sit down
beside
the fridge
play some
Creedence
can I hang yr skirt
on my window, hon
the full moon will be
like white panties?
I want to sing rock & roll
into your heart
I want to put my tongue
inside your mouth
so you hear what I am saying
I want to sit in a gutter
cause I loved you badly
Tina asked
‘do you want me to drive?’
I said ‘don’t take the car
over 100k
you’ll blow the engine’
I sat between them
I was hostile
outside of Dunedoo
the engine blew
graffiti of erosion 