She’s – Andrew Barnum

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.