Who knew birds fly at midnight?...

Bitumen blur marries buffeted driving
clipping his verbals to the inconsiderate dodgems
Too much testosterone! we point at our driver
as we three giggle from our passenger seats

Girls night out
plus One

Hiptones playing Adelaide Fringe
tented carnival, garden of unearthly delights
a jubilant tilt from the outside
sardine stalls from within

Band pumps out its bluesy rhythms
our bodies wriggle to the grooving beat
Can’t sit still, dance in a walkway
seat police arrest us … again

Explode out, tent of frustration
cliff hanging precipice of un-fulfilled desire
Run down and lasso a merlot (or two)
pimping our struT

Swagger down Rundle
rubbing shoulders with revellers
hunting the nightlife
to catch us some mood

Move the party seaside
funky bar, looking for dancing
meet trio le Snooze bugs
and they’re waltzing for one

A microphone Anthem
pointy and directed
still looking for dancing
and finding no Joy

Last bar on agenda
digging for Treasure
door shut 5 minutes ago
aarghhh back to the car

Monika screams out from the darkness
A bird just shit on my head!
fall over laughing, can’t believe our luck
Perfect end, to a perrfect night!

Man driver smirks, suggests too much oestrogen?

Who knew
birds fly at midnight?…

© wildwomenlove poetry

Who knew birds fly at midnight?...

wildwomenlove

ADELAIDE, Australia

Artist's Description

testosterone V oestrogen
what goes around, comes around…

Best night eVer!!!

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