Lights, camera, wipers.

First, second, fourth, fifth
pedal to the metal, clutch and brake
high beam, low beam, no beam at all
red-line, seat adjust, driving gloves and shades.

Distinction high
distinction
indistinct emotion
affinity on cruise an empathetic over-drive.

Red light, green light, drunken amber flow
hand-brake, tail light, number-plate a name.
'L' plate a state of mind
'P' plate a stainless steel trap.

100, 120, $150 to the mile
150 miles to go.

Glove-box a shoe-box
goggle-box a stop-watch.

Fifth, third, second.
Right-hander, left-hander,
open minded back-hander.

Pit-stop, short-stop, a non-stop crotch-rot
ceaseless, peaceless, deceaseless in pieces.

White-line fever, a smartie-dreamer
ten thousand lights screaming a neon fever.

Footpaths of vacancy
double-clutch complacency
temporary insanity hacked a sacred cow.

"How and why"?
"When and where"?
"Because"!
"Look it's there"

Hill-climb on a dirt-track
a wrong way go back

Speed limit
black comet
bags full of last nights vomit
stenching toxic waste
a tribute to haste
and violence and crime
one day at a time this life of mine.

Windows down, windows up
doors open, doors shut
locked in, central locking
knees to chest to stop the knocking.

A door-bell ring
a petrol thing.

Shuffle third, fifth
burnt out spliff
metallic riff over boogie-boy croon.

In the rearview mirror the brainless passenger
hopeless motivator of the hopeless cause.

Personalised key-tag
name-tags a dog-tag
a black-bag with zipper holds a mothers pride and joy.

Full stop
parking spot
a quick hop to a quick shot
a big shot
a hot shot with a hot dot.

"Bag the buggy"
"What's the hurry"?

It cools the engine as it hums its thanks
these foreign tanks
long forgotten human shanks.

A crash course for a main course
a resource for a race horse
the artistry of the jockey
with a whip as a brush
a Madam Lush
the equine rush of a three horse flush.

Revs up
backs out
tyres squeal like a hero's shout.

Burn out victim a suburban crime
the truncheon swing and the yellowy eyes
the ice-age thawed to a watery grave
the man in motion
the time we save
for more of the same
the old, the new
taking rest-breaks
the smokers knew.

A fingered flying-vee to over crowded buses
ties and suits see short skirts, cotton gussets
lace stocking tops to bulging waists
the snoring ignorer we all hate.

"Tickets please"
"More please"
Open the glass and choke the breeze.

A car alone
handless phone

ET's long gone took the navigators flight.

The dogs bite became a maul
a liquid squall strokes the sanctums pane
blue line, black ink, anonymous name of the one deranged

Twisting through gorges wooded
I'm hooded
in a flesh ravine
with thoughts obscene
a milky-way highway
balls to body dream.

Forget the day and laze
and bathe
in the summer haze before the grey.

In a mane gone rank and file
the tortured while
blackened smile
incisors filed
a worlds beguiled with a hair-piece on skin
the secret knock for an in
and "Out you go"
an expressway phone
blue and for emergencies
my emergence priority.

"Social security" the lady smiled
we talked a while
second knuckle shine
the husbands grunt, the children's whine
over a burger and fires
pizza pie
wood-fired, oven-baked
garlic-bread crumbs flake on red and white cloth
I'm a butterfly to your moth
a dreamer to you schemer
the faithful to all disbelievers
a giver non-receiver
with a penchant for pubic floss
I lap your fruit you drain my loss.

Your pain at my world
I'm the man to your girl
were you woman we'd fuck

Lucked out, snuck in
shrugged shoulders free of sin.

"It's him".

A change of name to hide shame
on the back of fame
the back-door best friends game
that alcohol fuelled "They're all the same"

The lost time a drop in a sterile probe
psyche fused
blackness
darkened hatred shown
exhibited, gossiped, soap-opera'd away
follow the script
a postscript will say "Good riddance to lies"
an immortal dies to fan the flames of dwindling fires.

Wire rimmed frames focus a world to a blur
rock hard and deft as speeches slur.

Back seat
dead meat
short and sweet
a truncheon beat repeat.
she looked neat with blue back scrawl
no mid-western drawl.
A g-string wedgie creased her gates
find me here two beers too late
my liquid smile affixed with froth
a pig-bristle brush
an orange and green toed sloth
hanging from a tripod
toward biped with a beast inside.

In my bed
stroke my shaved head
grip my manhood tight
let your womanhood ooze and seep
and soak the seam
that fountainhead spring a maternal dream.

Money can't buy for you near death
white powder ride an opiate test.

Potatoes distilled in an age-old fashion
hours and hours of verbal, babbling passion
over leather bag the perfect mind
tears, phobias, comparisons left behind.

Stop the traffic
spread arms and fly
that tear I tap from the corner of your eye.

Fake fur for all access Too-tall Jones
falling yin-yang spiral with smile all alone
a passenger seat cum, touching burning flesh
I'm down to drown
tongue-tied filament caress.

The white gate to two-storied Heaven
the status-quo shuffle, the secret brethren
squashed between neighbours domestic and tragic
burning cheap incense and gulping down magic
the virgin white bug cannot ignore
the sight and sound of self-inflicted gore
an offended animal to lay in wait
to carve a sign
broken bones to an ego deflate.

Greasy locks with no key
greasy locks know no comb
a key is the comb to chastity dethroned.

Wipers hold a ticket not a minute overdue
like me and them they're waiting for you.

Times up
times out
move on
move back
the burnt orange walls the hammering cracks.
A wide open whore
a drooping quick fire
these idols of worship the heights of desire.

The ball joint severed from the pit-creatures touch
bulls with libido locked down, just a shade too much
a shade off white
a shade before black
the shade of the awning over the etched copper plaque.

Grey exhaust
burning oil
a midday nap
behind the wheel slumped, terminally trapped
the twitching nose of a sulphate rat
the hipptiy-hop of a backward cap.

A forward march
gang-plank cast
a hundred lashes bound to a cross-sparred mast.

Miss my wave
My "Hello" a goodbye
a liver infection casts again the yellowy eyes.

A finger pointed
a dead mothers child
toward the Satan in a world gone wild.

Kiss green felt and feel my green kiss
grab rails and cushions
hear my serpents gargled hiss.
Take aim, chin low
stroke slow and even
ram home, screw back
hold back your breathing.
Feel a river on a spine, a tongue tastes salt
no money, no possessions, my valuables locked tight in your vault.

A borrowed cigarette or laugh
champagne is for girls
mixed with orange-juice the giggling flirts.
Lace shirts, lace bras, lace panties discarded
emotions unhitched the drugged up retardants

I'd keep a box full of curls from my barber-shop bathroom
gently and lovingly I could tell that the treasure knew
swollen and staring, daring me on
uncaring, yet pleading, for a flick of the tongue.

A brown paper bag ape a poor second rater
smiling and swigging, a left, right, "Call me later".

More songs of coffee, of caffeine depression
I just thought up and answer to that age old question
the answer is golf
they cry is "Fore"
from tee to green and not a stroke more.
Head down arm straight, see a face in a dimple
two fifty on the fly so perfectly simple.
Chip on, up and down
chip in and around.
"I guessed it you knew it, don't whisper so loud"
So publicly, so blatantly, so often, so what?
"You don't say"
"I heard you the first time"
"Shut up"
"Go away".

Talk stops to a trucks rude intrusion
the smell, the sound, mechanical confusion.

Delusions of grandeur, I'm baptised of Christ
being slowly swallowed by a rising tide
a rip the under-current to the wide open sea
I'm too young to die take it not me
take them not I
take their voices and lies
their hearing their touch
take their stench and sight.

The animals gone mad, mutated cross-breeding
incestuous inbreds a panic stricken mob lacking leading
their skins like pelts, their outer coverings
covered in themselves the open sores need smothering
yellow lymph touched blood in a tie-dye swirl
their quarantine ignored
spread a plague on the world.

Worn tappets misfiring
cylinder four is gone
spark plug is carbon blackened
the fan belt is worn.
Even what's worn is torn
a salute to the fraying edge.

And here's me looking for a hole in the middle.