Way of the road

I remember the carpet
Was straight out of the 70s
Browns and burnt orange
It smelt like ash and resin

The cold pushed through
Those single pained windows
While we watched Julian
Carry his rum and coke

The couch smelt like resin
It’s cracked, cheap faux lather
You had a bucket of water
Bucket for buckies

pacific

it's such a long way
from shore to shore
but theres a tunnel between us
so we push love bites
and the bits of our lives
and we stand on our beaches
sunset and sunrise

lost, and out to sea

his train came in to station
hurried waves, blown kisses
one solider hoping
for a bright and manic fight

his eyes loud, kissed by fire
gazed on the front
mind humming like a swarm
one thousand thousand bees

mouth tasted metal
white death, drop hammer
to end their expansive evil
a god given right

his mind turned rubble
sleep might never come
catatonic, face down
to taste the mud and dirt

it's comeuppance, now
he's perched on the golden
with the wind, so loud
lost, and out to sea