Being obnoxious as it pulls away
From the curb of the Parramatta RSL
Squeaking as it accelerates
Dropping behind most of the traffic
As it pulls along Church street .
Someone pulls out Busta Rhymes
And I begin to feel exceeding white
We're on our way to the Hills
Past Jimmy's kebabs
[where his Dad took us for chips once]
Past lots of construction fences
["nothing can get colder than...
hydrogen is probably only just frozen at zero kelvin...
nothing is greater than all of... "]
Past Holy Trinity Anglican Church
And the Bull & Bush
Where I saw that band who had
A drummer that played
For three songs only.
I feel that I am spinning faster.
Spreading roots beneath my feet
In all directions.
Grasping at fortitude and
Hoping that I find worms.
