on the way to another job
at the corner
of Irrapatana and Axehead…
courtesy waves for courtesys sake
just to say g’day with a finger
in jest at best
I know that bloke from such and such…
too much sky for such tiny eyes
red sand, blue sky, with a town, right in the guts…
in the middle of fucking nowhere.
it inhales and exhales its occupants
like ash from an ash tray
over a hearty drunkard conversation
breathed in by accident
but never knowing of its existence
you were just
leaning too close to the ash tray…
mind the mine as we’re mining this mine
raping the earth, that is why we are here
and we do not care
as we will not be here, when it all goes to shit.
a silhoette life is to be had, if you dare
make some quick coin, with some left over to spare
be wary the lures that accompany the fruit
the past is absolute.
so many have tried, and failed it is said,
in this little paradise, this town, with sand coloured red
there is much to be said, as it is said
over the bar, in a town, in the middle of some where.
colliding pie floaters stumble into one another
to make mischief of some type, it is yet to be decided
but, it will be wild, as we try to show signs of existence
in this town, in the middle of no where.
many have passed as many have past
this bite size, fun size, jaw breaker town…
we don’t lock our doors
we know our neighbours by name,
but in this scenario,
(I think his name was Pete)
just a courtesy wave…