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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
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
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
we sat
in the car
looked at each other
my hand on the steering wheel
trickled blood
a small cut compared
to my heart
‘what are we doing?’
Rod asked
‘I don’t want to go home’
I said
Tina agreed
we headed for Dubbo
in a silent car
in the morning
I wrote my brother a cheque
$200.00
‘get the door fixed’
he said ‘I won’t cash it’
I said ‘I’m leaving’
he said
‘I’m not sorry’
don’t trust
yr friends
was me and Tina
and Melanie
her 6 yr old
then Rod said
‘I’ll come’
got to the Fitzroy
at Merriwa
I kissed her
crossing the car park
show Rod
‘she’s mine’
they went
to the room
early
I stayed
got drunk
the publican
my brother
went up
the door
was locked
my hand
was bleeding
I’d broke
the door
heard Rod say
‘don’t let him
in’
my brother came
up said
‘I’ll give you
another room’
the worst road trip
was to Dubbo
the publican said
‘there’s 13 pubs
in Dubbo
go drink
somewhere else’
Tina looked at
me
and Rod
said
‘there’s 10
left’
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