A mid-twenties yarn, classic as A Country Practice
kicks off with a caveman’s sodapop bottle steel kettle drum.
Kombi cracks in the Cronulla dunes.
TANERLORN RULES. The Age of Aquarius
ends but we’re in the Eternal City now.
Four fellas in the back. FAAAAARK!
The medium serves muesli by an oasis
& the Sipowicz spiv in sunnies
says its SOLD SOLD to the guy
with the toy koala playing flute in the tree.
Deepcover as a tall Belgische in sailor stripes
gives the shibboleth then handballs
a Vegemite baguette sloshes seven Foster’s
tinnies in four pots heaping with head.
Bombay shanti shanti bombed on hashish
not bliss. We’re not buying your old shoe
but we will buy a bright prophecy
through a freshly torn backdoor
to our Cronulla. A spaghetti Western funeral
& the bit I don’t understand
is the stuffed koala chained to an ankle
trawling across the sand like a fisherman’s slack line.
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