I knew a bloke (once)
after robert creeley
& so I sd to my good mate Jim
(that’s not his real name)
cause we’re always scheming
thinking of ways to duplicate a buck
or just applying the polyfiller to life-
filling in the cracks before it all dissembles
anyways I sd to Jim
hey mate, how bout we buy a ute & piss off up to Cairns?
Jim, he shows me a paper bag-
there’s a gun inside
a .38 service revolver
I sd, where’d yr get that?
He sd, can’t tell u- but I’m gonna have to use it soon
There is an intensity in his eyes. The longneck overflowing his tall glass.
Can’t you pour a beer? I sd. Look at the bloody head on that!
I never saw the bloke again