
I want to go back
to a beer garden in Glebe
on a sunny afternoon
where I could sit in half-sun
shadow my true self in
a cloak of booze
you knew all the pretty boys
in sleeveless tops
and the old farts
playing pool, getting sloppy
I’ll pop to the ladies
the moment’s pause
calm darkness indoors
then get more
cool green railway tiles
old wood and stained glass
that chalky pink scent
bath-bombs and lust
threads through
tunes on the decks
starting up
swells of crowd noise
we’re all getting lush
throw myself off
that sledgehammer cliff
of drinking til dusk
sometimes fly
sometimes crash
the worst when
it just goes flat
the betrayal of drink
if it doesn’t click
think I lost something there
or never found it
you know what I miss?
the obliterating wave
to shift
my set point
I want to hide
in the chaos and slide
caught up, unobserved
for I am so afraid
petrified and stuck
that the only way through
a punishing ride
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