Giving Morpheus a lift
He slipped his arm around me
cuddled up and whispered
Getting
home quicker versus
having
a little snooze – decide–
his long hair blew into my face
swept up with the aircon bluster
he stuck a needle in my vein
lines on the road broke, the sky
rolled forward I hung off that wheel
in Goulburn in Maccas’ carpark
where I’d hoped never to stop
in the nappy overflow afternoon
fast detritus fries smeared meat
no toilet paper restroom phlegmy
coughs, ahead a dry pasture,
Golden Arches, Big Merino behind,
us balanced on the bypass
near the abattoir.
Morpheus left me
for a McCafe and a macaroon.
I shuffled the car seat pulled
the lever twisted the screw too
wrenched limbs glare bikie stare
shut my eyes
and stayed awake
staggered into Maccas
threw back a Coke and ice
sugar blood shot screaming heavy
metal
gaped at Morpheus sipping a macchiato
at the corner table.
He bummed a ride with a rockabilly.
Oh, more, please! - the maccas carpark stanza made me laugh out loud. It's a terrific road poem X opera.
ReplyDeleteOh thanks it is hard to know if something is even vaguely funny, Efi! Morpheus has morphed into an actually being for me!
ReplyDeleteI like the humour in it, the drama and the fast paced imagery.
ReplyDeleteglad to know that Morpheus is fictional! Didn't seem like DJ at all!
ReplyDeleteNo DJ would want to be driving. :) Morpheus is a meanie.
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