psycosynthesis
Bluelighter
A girl sits at
West Footscray station
Next to her a junkie fidgets
and smokes her nervous
laugh responds to
non-stop meth twang as he talks of New South Wales
and snorkeling
and bronze whaler sharks
and her uncomfortable feet
shift and twitch and tap
the asphalt.
He talks
of how jumping from piers
into waters where
sharks have been known to swim.
He says it's a rush
“like cocaine, ya know?”
He certainly doesn’t
seem to be dressed for jumping
off piers.
Cheap nylon pants
and jacket
and a cigarette
that would hiss
out with the plunge
towards the natural rush
and the sharks.
Spiral like cigarette smoke
carving their way
past bricks and butts
past decade old graffiti
past a chain link fence
past the old lady who
pushes a cart and
searches through bins
for cans and picks up litter.
Past the V-Line tracks
and its driver’s calculated
precise attacks
sound waking my
watch.
West Footscray station
Next to her a junkie fidgets
and smokes her nervous
laugh responds to
non-stop meth twang as he talks of New South Wales
and snorkeling
and bronze whaler sharks
and her uncomfortable feet
shift and twitch and tap
the asphalt.
He talks
of how jumping from piers
into waters where
sharks have been known to swim.
He says it's a rush
“like cocaine, ya know?”
He certainly doesn’t
seem to be dressed for jumping
off piers.
Cheap nylon pants
and jacket
and a cigarette
that would hiss
out with the plunge
towards the natural rush
and the sharks.
Spiral like cigarette smoke
carving their way
past bricks and butts
past decade old graffiti
past a chain link fence
past the old lady who
pushes a cart and
searches through bins
for cans and picks up litter.
Past the V-Line tracks
and its driver’s calculated
precise attacks
sound waking my
watch.

