Kerri Shying R # 28 Foreign Climes

Foreign Clime

Up there at Aussie Bob’s

the sunshine, the palm courtyard

and the road gangs

once all Irish boys

IRA they’d say

cooling off

 arab fellas now

so buff you eat a green salad and  have your fish grilled

every day

 shrugging, something’s gunna blow up

something’s gunna blow up at Aussie Bob’s

you watch the whales drop in

eat your fish

dream the same old nightmare

vertigo the lord of spinning worlds

the constant play turns

me inside my head

bones like spokes

in that sun

contained.