the hoddle street lifeline
stretches out beyond my arm
i nod absently to the driver
and try to find a seat
where his radio
is less annoying
before long
the headphones go on
and it’s boris (on mine)
versus the human league
(on his)
“don’t you want me?”
set against
flood
maybe i shoulda had
feedbacker
instead
and it woulda been
vrrrrrrmmmmmrrrrrrr
as the “B” lights up
and we’re first out the gate
down the hill toward
richmond station
and the awkward
lane change
under the cremorne silos.