we swim after school
and dry in the car til the annexe floods
from the palace to the green
there are toys from my shelf on pillars in the park
I see their faces cast in bronze
and Basquiat on the back wall of the lecture hall
though no one knows his name
running barefoot through the inner west rain
missing the bus and the train again
to crawl through holes to nowhere
lost in heavy smoke and dancers I can’t see
finding myself in a home I don’t know
fanfare in the kitchen for the birthday boy
he has so many friends
I miss out on a part in the play
the queen is dead
and you don’t want another drink
a few too many questions
or the wrong face
maybe you’ll see me soon
disappearing through the cornfields in the dark
I walk through mud and strangers
window shopping for tomorrow or a sign
waking up again
to dream of moving to the moon.
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