the western motorway &
simon & garfunkel
we had herbal concoctions
to last us a lifetime
a desk job
an endless time-sheet
and sick days to spare
we worked out the odds
and went the way
of the lighthorse
***
the western motorway &
simon & garfunkel
we had herbal concoctions
to last us a lifetime
a desk job
an endless time-sheet
and sick days to spare
we worked out the odds
and went the way
of the lighthorse
***
we passed 5
roadside shrines
in an hour
i felt the highway
tear a way like a page
every word written
was whispered
and there was nothing
paul kelly could tell us
that we didn’t already know.
i was watching all those things
which are quick,
become things which are
slow.
sometimes all it takes
is the colour
of the light
through the window
we built tunnels
to the depths
of our bodies
but in that
yellow light
i felt it all
undoing.
there was only
landscape
now
that pastel house
a museum
like the vanishing point
of the road
endlessly
undoing.
it had something to do with
violence and everything to do with sound
we ate Vietnamese food
in the suburb where I grew up
and waited for the panic to stop
it was dawn when you finally came round,
a blue car with the music
turned up
across the road I saw
the colour of our shadows
turn to white.