Sunday night motorway speaker hiss
Running-out on its responsibilities
From kissing strange boys the night before
Driving yourself out of town
to a nowhere-in-particular all-aloneness
Used to be the day for visiting a Grandmother
or, two if you were lucky
over on the shore
Gathering up speed for the next week
Cigar smoke still in your hair
Smell of benzoin resin’s cough syrup flashback
to other [...]
These herbal sleeping pills
Just make me feel
stoned
or drunk
on green ginger wine
The full moon drew me
round the bend of the waterfront
Each step an affirmation
taking my self back
to family and food
an hour and a half’s walk away
Magnetic light strip of Ponsonby
Pulls me up Franklin by the hair of my teeth
All illumination and sparklers
this city is growing up
social bum-fluff and parading baby merchandise
name traces in the black night air