After the party

About the face she’s photovoltaic.

“There’s marriage to make men


lecherous,” she says, “I see it all the time

in characters like you.” Still, a casual mention
of the yacht by Lion Island sends her
into a lather. She’s dramatic; American,

emphatic – tattoos and piercings in vertiginous
array, an anodyne piece of tinsel nonetheless,
and her structured hair is the bomb. A cigarette,

a shared song, a languorous interlude. She works
in a call centre – “it’s not transcendent,”
she says, “not a bit.” You make to leave.

Well, she’s blocking the exit. “In Russian,”
she sidles up, “the word for secret
is the same as for mystery.” Hmm

portentous – and it’s too late to know
if it’s really so – she doesn’t want you though,
you figure that much, not beyond

this booze-raddled night. Somehow you get her
to the run-about, with a bottle of bourbon;
a twist of the throttle and you tear out

across Brisbane Waters, pinching luck, past
the oyster leases, past an old gaffer in a tinny
fishing the neap tide, threading a seam of silvery

water. Later, by some narrative device not herein
recorded, you proceed to the forecastle, from cuddling
to many acts of intercourse – lovely, burlesque.

Sentiment flows from you then:

Cherry blossoms floating
on a spring thaw stream.

First published in Cordite #28.1, Mulloway, April 2007. The Mulloway issue was put together in tribute to Robert Adamson.

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  1. I like this! Still thumbing through the Mulloway issue, but nice to stumble on it here. Nice to read a poem with a happy ending, even if it’s a bit sardonic.

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