the intercity
i cannot believe I have slept
through Levin/our bus is like a needle
as it criss-crosses the pasture/
paddock/ fir/ forest/ foreshore of
New Zealand/ here comes the rain
again the wet sheep stand
blinking in it/ one passenger wipes
the steamed-up window with
her ugly turquoise window curtain/
i knew those bus curtains
were good for something
This is a very apt poem - I did the bus trip from Sydders to Melbers yesterday and this poem kept doing mash ups in my mind - stuff like - 'i can't believe we have to go via wagga' and 'these curtains are nearly as useless and annoying as the ones on kiwi buses'.
Interestingly, I have never heard Sydney referred to as Sydders before. Or Melbourne as Melbers. But I have done the bus-ride, and all that can be said in its favour is that it's not as bad as Melbourne to Perth.
ReplyDeleteInteresting little poem.
and there is always Adelaide to Darwin
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