fly in fly out fly in fly out

fly in fly out fly in fly out
and she’s on another swing
a roundabout of airports
another pilbara narrative
racking up the qantas points
at the exit seat, inside a novel
pindan fingers
pindan boots
fly in fly out fly in fly out
siren, rumble of blast
iron hills to rubble
at the next CAT ONE shutdown
we evacuate ourselves
in a debt cycle
for a new house i’ll never live in
a boat I’ll never float
and fly in fly out fly in fly out
six years of missed birthday cake
skype in a donga on mothers day
can’t talk with a mouthful of flies
on the tarmac haze, jet fuel stench
at hi-viz horizons, the bus at 5AM
another DandA test before dawn
one beer per man, open can
in the wet mess, scrolling screens
never drunk enough
to fly in fly out fly in fly out
in my box the
flint-eyed mirror
says get more sleep, smile
inside these thinnest walls
sounds of next door snore
another breath
to the beat of the air-con
the tv red glow, fridge hum
waiting for the alarm’s pierce
fly in fly out fly in fly out
now lost in suburban streets
shopping centre carparks
peeling products from shelves
staring at labels, empty trolley
missing the truck hum
until she’s on another swing
fly in fly out fly in fly out