Dumbo

Our sky goes by
soft silvery streaks of
pink and grey
flashback to my
first little elephant bag

It’s beautiful
No souls around
just fields of frost

And last night
the divine
Moon called me
To meditate on it
And
Not that.

Then I look up
(from my bad dream)
and it’s all suburbs
and frequent spelling
errors  sprayed insolently
along
back fences
(who is SMAZ & PO?)
(FUK’N NOICE GARRY)
cactus grown wild,
the odd solar panel
gum trees holding on for dear life

Wet roads with white lines
Dividing our different
Directions
Exhaust centres, drawn blinds,
Locked up sheds, only
1 minute to McDonald’s.

Up and down ladders
Men go,
Retired wet mattresses
Cake the nature strips
waiting with
abandoned
white goods.

July 2017