about three hours sleep...
after their microphones were taken off them...
after painting nails for a dollar
vainly attempting to draw attention to their CDs
and books –
make us an offer...
'why didn’t we make T shirts
...we DO need stinking badges!
after counting the amount of beret-wearers in the audience...
after making the mistake
of using up the entire bar tab
going on stage
after the money ran out,
the goodwill abused...
after turning the word ‘fuckhead’
into a verb
after small town disbelief that Cold Chisel wrote poems
after talking philosophy with some very drunk teenagers at the Hungry Jacks drive through in...
after getting lost on the way back to Lismore
driving the uninsured rental car all night watching that windscreen crack get bigger and bigger
after spending all year on and off the road...
after having been
to see the best
performance poets in Australia
after Randall lost the map
after Steve thought he had the map
after Randall apparently last had the map
after the fact
when no one would believe them...
and after visiting Wagga Wagga...
after the spotlight drops...
...into these road worn tyres
how caught up in this...
...with nothing else to do
but keep writing
waiting for it all to start again...
it never ends,
the starting again.
Steve Smart and I performed this a duet, the closing poem for Smarty and Randall Are Taking You For A Ride earlier this month.