Let us leave then, you and I where the suburbs stretch out like pizza pie
and by the mall the women come and go
talking of woolworths and bi-lo

the maclaren prams that through the streets flow like a tedious argument
and lead us to the overwhelming question
of why it is they don’t relent

And as I think of teacups past
I part my hair and piss off fast
go looking for them at the beach – it’s
the singing mermaids, just out of reach.

By the corso, the women come and go
talking of woolworths and bi-lo

The water’s cool, the wind is free.
we’ve left the suburbs far behind
the lux-a-flex venetian blind
But i grow old and I grow old and wear my levis roughly rolled

Sit beneath a shady tree
inhale the breath of open sea and doubt the mermaids sing for me.

usual apols.
Emm

first published as a comment in gerard oosterman’s ABC Unleashed blog –  In isolation we live, November 23 2009