PLACEBO TOWEL

And then there's you
you
in your placebo towel
you so much like a
magical
curvaceous
spanner
wedged between
the crankshaft and a heartbeat
in the machinery of life and
   me
   lying here, curled
licking my lips over something
about you
which I can't quite taste

again its you
and your zest-like essence
so deliciously rare.

YOU-milking the highway for all its fruit
YOU-and your thumb
YOU-silking the highway with all your fruit

Digging the sky baby like it were you who made it

Kicking the tarmac like it were you who laid it

Fishing in the traffic for that hitch that says home.

Yeh that's you
that's how i remember you

a magically delicious
curvaceous spanner

draped in a placebo towel
cranked in the works
  of the machinery of life.

Luke Whitby
Prospect Australia