Sport 28: Autumn 2002
Outback
Outback
You are not like me. I dangle, I triple hit.
I wait on the open road until the lights go out.
I like it when my rods and cones drain colour
from the landscape. Invisibility shows how
you don't need to see everything. I don't need the light
to shine right through. Looks are overbidden
(in my humble opinion). Rain loosens the windscreen,
the tongue. I turn blind eyes. I want them
to know the world is not composed,
that its pretty face will not be recognised.