This is a post ‘from the bottom drawer!’ and I previously shared on my old website:
In 1983 I was invited to go to Noosa with a ‘group’ of new acquaintances for a weekend at no charge. Hmm, I thought, I wonder what the ‘catch’ is. I soon found out – the group of friends were there to camouflage an affair between an older married woman and younger man. We were all booked into two adjoining ‘family rooms’ and we HAD to get out of the room ASAP as the lovers raced into the main bedroom groaning and moaning for hours. Stupid me.
The weekend was a nightmare and inadvertently to the grand plan this woman had, the lesser of us mortals formed a friendship that got us through the weekend – we were young, broke and reliant on accommodation and transport.
I sat out on the verandah on the first evening and to distract myself, I wrote this poem:
‘Exactly how it is‘
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Still breeze, grey skies,
Swaying trees, birds fly.
Tar road, black as the sun,
I sit here and chew gum.
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Pink Hotel, green shutters,
beach towels, girls tutter.
Plastic chair, plastic cup,
Man’s sexy, removal truck.
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I.N.S.P.E.C.T. N.O.W. in red squares,
Mother screams, high-chair.
Kite flies, red train,
Picture stares, blank frame.
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Music plays, skies still grey,
The bird flies, the tree still sways.
I still sit, the gums gone,
Cigarette alight, the coffee’s on.
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New line, new song,
Hotel Pink now transformed.
Towel is dry, girls are gone,
sunset moon, brightly shone.
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The cup is washed, man’s inside,
In the high-rise, babe is tired.
People sit, TV’s on,
Ten p.m. my pen is worn.