Michael Brennan

(1973 - / Sydney / Australia)

Who Is Alibi Wednesday? - Poem by Michael Brennan

Don’t worry too much, it’s all taken care of.
That’s what the city tells you. You’re goo-goo about it,
fresh off the boat, looking to be the grit in its dozen oysters.
The tide runs in and out of Sydney Harbour, as though
the city was breathing. It’s been doing it for years!
Only after the pretty blonde from the Welcoming Party
checks your papers does she snip the stitches from your lips
and pass you a Southerly Buster. The smugglers told you
the truth: this city squeals delightfully in equal portions of
vodka, ice and speed. It’s a heady mix, and after your forty days
in the desert, you’re looking for a bit of fun. You’re so happy
you shout beautiful curses in a language no one understands.
When the gutterals catch on, you end up in a succès de scandal
corrupting the local dialect and importing foreign literature in bulk.
The executioner rolls in, all black mask, bowie knife and speech
pathology. When you feel the blade’s tongue lick your throat,
you are still giddily scratching surfaces, falling in love with the city.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012



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