Notes from an international road trip. With all my love to the travelers on the Great Ocean Road and the blessed listeners of Radio Backseat.
holding toast like scripture
raw sauce wannabe burnt his tongue
twice upon his words
but no fear;
bruise after bruise
weaves tapestries between them.
Non parlo italiano!
Screams across the beach,
cigarette damp and creasing all over.
'Damn the soggy sand sandwich'
loops two track round both ears
As I select the infinite playlist;
Melbourne bitter, two cans.
'Ahh', 'ehh' & 'ohhh'
among other vowel movements.
The driver lost his mind dancing
to words sans rhythem as
stories begat stories
from the backseat to the boot:
Torquay, forever, of course.
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