Bits fly away
I feel like I should be cold.
As quiet as science you do not come.
We were going to the ocean.
But beside the cutting horses at Kangarilla,
I watch the bulldogs fucking on the lawn,
knowing that you will not come.
When farmers watch their livestock hump,
they think of wives and lovers.
Bits fly away from me very quick now
as the windscreen shatters.
I was in another direction.