Pam Brown

(1948 - / Seymour / Australia)

Low To Go

Poem by Pam Brown

throttled and threatened
with being thrown
from the third tier
of the bricked-up block.
the kids dumped
in the camper van
out the back
for safety’s sake.
the statistic in Japan
90 people suicide
every day,
matchmaker websites
arranging catastrophic
to suffocate together
in a car.
nothing like that
in a compound like this,
the stale odour
of a plebian estate
on a hot summer day.
a man in bare feet
dismantling a car
with his cracked hands.
the bumper bars
the doors the grill
prised off and filed away
in a shed full
of buckled chrome
and brake discs
and greasy cable.
amateur wrecker
“nothing happens here
nothing gets done
but you get to like it”

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2012

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