Poem # 65 Coles carpark mid west coast.

Eavesdropping in the sauna like heat in my Toyota, sucking a mango seed, relishing the sublime furry flavour. Like the tidal stream of the Indian Ocean people ebb in and out with the social flow leaving bobbing in their wake the detritus of their lives. " Shut up, you little cunt! One more sound and I'll send you back to your father!" " Of course you're the father Kevin, You were there when they cut the cord, Jason means nothing to me!" " You know it's amazing when you kiss me - you're more like a guy - you're wife is one lucky girl - you thirsty? Let's get a breezer. " Groceries loaded we steer the Landcruiser down the channels between the parked cars and head for calmer waters.