part one
he turns up twice
between two am and three
sleepless
strung out
semi-incoherent
she’s left him
taken the kids
and the credit cards
the car
cleaned out their accounts
driven back to Mildura
bitter as citrus
to stay with her brother
Stevo and his pit-bulls
semi automatics
and long term
speed psychosis
she knows
no one’s ever
sick or stupid or sorry enough
to show up there
part two
banging stolen saucepans
shouting shrieking
up the street
he still hasn’t slept
and is desperate
to sell us
the stuff he’s flogged
since the last time
he was here
his speech haphazard
slips between
the sorry business with his missus
sci-fi blockbuster philosophy
and salesman’s spruik
for the future
he’s got a ride
is getting sorted in the city
which reminds him
to catch the need
for swift goodbyes
rushed in departure
he gives us free
life-vests
he came to sell
and thieved specifically
with us in mind
these are
his last known
movements
running in the sunshine
wearing one of my shirts
and a pair of Simon’s shoes
getting out of town
to score more shit
user/friendly/fire
shooting yourself in the foot
missing the vein
tacit complicit
assisting
hovering
two inches higher
angel style
from the situation
medi(c vacuous)
sit
you (in situ)
in elation
I’m soothing
e/yes/yes
on the prick
puckering
slipping steel
through
skin
and
opening into
rapture
