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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 1) Liberation of a sort head out the car window hair blowin’ in the breeze I can hear the Crickets chirping in the chilly winter freeze I’m smiling it’s good to be alive until the old man shouts “Hoi! pull your head in a truck’s coming!” Right hand holding the wheel steady reaches over the gear stick across me no seatbelts back then in the old Austin winds up the window a roll your own fag hangs out the side of his mouth the Kimberly is a moving gas chamber I’m breathing it all in, holding my paper bag carsick from the fags along a very long flat road it’s seems like we’ve been driving forever, all those Cane Toads jumping across the “NO SPEEDING - ROOS CROSSING!” Zone, We’re moving West not South Erinmore roll your own he licks then spits out. “Count the roadposts”, he barks out the corner of his mouth, “that’ll be interesting”. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 there’s a Roo lying on the side of the road in the dark, the highbeam discloses it’s been bleeding, intestines lying ripe with blowflies and a Red Belly Black by it’s side “eating it’s gizzards”, I surmise I swallow and cringe, the word makes me think of Frilly Lizards, throwing up and I’m praying it’s gone to Roo Heaven. 8, 9, 10, 11, before too long I’m sleeping. This, he’s commanded, to keep me from barfing. (Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
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