CURFEW 16

DAY 16 – Aug 18

(on this day in 2019 the scene outside my window was very different) BRUCE

sugar cane

sugar cane

sugar cane

sugar

Bruce you are

the sweetest highway

travelling south now

on the flipside of the dog

we are warm and

sun-soaked

sea-drenched

troubadours

the luckiest of FIFOs

in the land

banana country

obesity central

a railroad of its own

snakes gross beneath the weight

of all that sweetness

cuts through fields of green

if you build it they will come

to fill their arteries

with plaque


warm wind wafting

through my window

and I think of you

and how we made this journey

once

with another rocking crew

kissing kissing kissing kissing

and a restless ocean

heaving

on our left

I feel the heft

of those great waves

all powder blue

and full of stingers

so unlike its majestic

Indian sister

over in the west

she’s Prussian blue and regal that one

as she lumbers to the shore

we thunder down the Bruce

and clock the dead hand

of dull tagging

all boring on some ancient rock

as if we cared

about that spray can piss stain

in amongst

this startling lavish beauty

of such hills and trees

cushion-belted

safe and snug

within the Equinox

we are plugged

into anonymity

individual i-devices

pumping out curated worlds

of music

and of word

absurd buffers

against conversation

observations

shared and heard

above the roaring

of the road

and other trucks

and caravans

and cargo-loads of meat

cows and sheep

and

sugar sugar sugar sugar

to keep the sour world

sweet.




See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

or on the SHOP page of this very website.

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