arms blue with prison tatts
on his shoulder a spider
stuck in its own web
on his shoulder a spider
stuck in its own web
After the bank robbery he went bush, roustabout and shearer. One job he lived in a tin shed an hour from town. Didn't drink with the crew in town. Shouldered slabs of tinnies and a bottle of whiskey back. Just in the door a termite floorboard cracked and he fell into. . . couldn't budge. So he drank a shout to himself and himself and himself.
The sun snailed twice across the sky.
And the kookaburras laughed, even at the brown snake that basked at the door...
Mid-fifties, he keeps his hair long, to flip in case he meets an old screw.
The sun snailed twice across the sky.
And the kookaburras laughed, even at the brown snake that basked at the door...
Mid-fifties, he keeps his hair long, to flip in case he meets an old screw.
by Jeffrey Harpeng
Macgregor, Qld., Australia
first published in Quartet (Teneriffe, Qld.: Post Pressed, 2008)
Macgregor, Qld., Australia
first published in Quartet (Teneriffe, Qld.: Post Pressed, 2008)
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