Sydney is a drug place,
she’s always thinking about her pleasure.
A frangipani crossroads with winning numbers
punched into nodding veins.
A limbo metropolis
that never makes complete sense.
She hunts for hot sex memories,
sand in a crack on the shower floor.
Nowhere near the straight and narrow,
more a bent and wide medicine show.
She’s all skirt with long legs.
An empty burger box on a tim tam bus seat.