Heroes of Australia
In bedrooms of Australia they are waking up and saying
What did I say and you know you should have stopped me and
My god did I say that and saying never that’s the end of it no more
I’m giving up and swearing off it while their heads are full of saucepans
falling endlessly to floors made out of steel
And they are wearing cast-iron turbans that are growing ever smaller
round their temples while the stereo bangs on: it’s descant sackbuts,
Philip Glass and Chinese Air Force marching bands and whining voices
Is that mine? that try to surface through the note-sludge and the chord-swamp
saying that’s the end I know don’t try to talk to me it hurts
The second last drink always is the one that does the damage what
possessed me to announce I love these cocktails I could drink them
all night long, or who says cask red wine’s so rough let’s have another
this is fun, it’s Penny’s big night out, it’s Roger’s last day with us
let’s make sure we all remember while the cafe staff are laughing
looking on and counting money thinking ambulance or police
They’re waking up and cannot face the ugly thing that’s in the mirrors
that will catch them with its mug the simulacrum of a plastic drink cup
crushed, its two small pissholes in the snow glued somewhere
next to burst capillaries’ cadastral lines around what was a nose
and will those tom-toms never cease
they’re waking up if this can be called waking up instead of
resurrection from the dead and hearing noises coming out of furry caverns,
burred with algae, fungus, vacuum-cleaner sacks of dust and ashes
blurred with single malts and rotgut saying who’s a clever boy
and who’s a clever clogs and whimpering I know
I didn’t mean it while massed choirs shout You did
Across the bedrooms of the nation they are crying o my god and omigod
and omg and g almighty Christ on earth and on a bicycle what happened
where was I when that truck hit me and I thought among this blasphemy
my misery must end why are you with me if not helpmeet, friend
to guide me through the labyrinth of sin, disgrace and worse, insult
my colleagues and employer and I have to leave for work now
They are speaking when they finally untie the Windsor knot that was
their tongue and making words out of the alphabet that’s mixed up
saying Gertrude Steinways stone me, and the crows and all the raptors
Nevermore-wise as they hold their safety razors and attempt to shave
the hairs of dogs that stick out like whatever who remembers,
are those feet below me mine what face is this I have to look good
for the funeral somebody’s, mine today
They’re lying sweltering in their odour hell what perished here last night
what am I doing in this bed that keeps on moving who’s that body here
beside me, they are saying this is rough hold on I’m falling through the universe
again this bed is slipping into space what is that figure on the carpet,
that’s no painting that’s my husband that’s my wife I think I’m married
Who are you where am I now how did we meet o god not you
They’re making whoopee in the barrel that is going over Bridal Falls,
Niagara, Wollomombi, Apsley Cataract, a dog a snake a wildcat
getting friendly as they tumble into mateyness and once again with feeling
to the top, here’s Mister Sisyphus he’s going up again
the warrior scuttling up the heights to that lone pine
that’s every morning in the bedrooms of Australia
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