fuck me drunk.

“Sunshine coast”

The coast always reminds me

Of sandy foot prints in the

Hall on the morning

When Davey came back

From a drunken beach amble

To watch the mud crabs in the

Window of the chip shop

As 4am rolled beside him.

The coast always reminds me

Of a down syndrome guy

In a public enemy t-shirt

At a karaoke bar singing

Rappers delight and

His gangster compatriots

Writing raps on beer mats.

It reminds me

Of a sock full with dollar coins

From the royal hotel slot machines

A beer bottle on the night

Stand filled with water

And waking up to

“cum on my tattoo”

Still loading on my iphone.

Peter Blakely -

Crying in the chapel.

The coast reminds me

Of late night ice creams

With two pretty girls

In the roughest parts of town.

As usual,

The simple words

Find me first and

Leave me with complex

Lines that lay like

Rape victims

Across the white

Of the computer screen.

Broken

And

Worn

Out.