the lonesome west


so, where do i want to live?

there are plenty of places

better visited

than lived in

but i feel the pull

of the west

if only

i could understand


i went walking today

down the long road

my father would take

on our way home from flying gliders

out near bacchus marsh

i remember the sodium-yellow lights

hitting old factory buildings

while the car radio played

6 o’clock rock

and i’d wonder what it was like

on this side of town

i don’t remember seeing people

just the buildings

and the loneliness.