Friday, April 17, 2020

Kamikaze heart

Late night walks
Though the city hellscape
Holdin’ hands
recalling a shit life
Broken glass in the gutter
car tyre pops real time
Did you just see that?

Kwinana freeway south 
Floating
twenty k’s 
under whisky and marijuana
sucked up a cigarette
Cop car 
rolls past
You won’t get caught
if they don’t call your bluff

Amplifier Bar
Everyone left except us
Dancing
at the stage 
In front of the monitors
Grab her handbag when we leave
But a girl stops us
they all look the same 

New Year’s Eve
at Happy Paul’s
Fifteen Smirnoff double blacks
Fake blood on her neck
Singin’ to Du Hast
blasting on the radio
“I can’t sell you this speed
it’s really shit”

When we met 
she was still
on ice
and inclined to shout
Another time
at Amplifier
she told us she was pregnant
and her new nipple ring
was coming out 

Outside her house
Good night
Her face foundation
cake white
Pimple on her skin
Stroke her face
Good night
Could you dream that

Red on the corner of Pyrmont Road

"...yeah
there’s
a massage parlour
me and
my dad
go to every
Friday.
It’s funny
there’s signs
everywhere
saying
“No sex!
No sex!”
And my dad
has been
going there
thirteen years
and getting a fuck.
So the first time
I was there,
I was
getting
a
massage
and I asked
the girl
if she
wanted to do it.
And she’s like
“No sex.
No sex.”
Har har,
I’m like
“Alright.”
Then she says,
“How much?”
And I’m like,
“100?”
And I
stuck
it up her.
So it’s sweet.
Every Friday
I go there
with
me dad
and for
a 160 bucks
I get a massage
and
have
a girlfriend
for an hour..."