Brennschluss

You think they can’t smell your depression downwind
Dust breathes in childhood’s daisy grandmother musk
Practicing burnouts in half-case supermarket car parks
Packs of fags stashed beneath these red cotton undies

Screen printed instructions drown out the BMX blitzes
Chasing crabs in the disallowed artificial white creeks
First house on our block quickly joined by neighbours
String beans & strawberries rattled by the odd frosts

Drive-in garbage tips on a future’s Kmart swampland
Lobster pot’s memory rewinds to the end of burning
Match stick trawlers struggle & dunk through that bar
Old men predict the ultimate immersion of the canal

Atlantis is a brand of power come to think of it power
Is just another conspiracy tell that to the serpentines
Waterslides surf mats & Anzac marches where to wash
Your hands of retirement is to hide in cigarette butts