the footpath is crumbling at the top of the driveway
and there are stars tonight as we pull up
and word games like ‘scrabble my meaning’
at the tips of your fingers the volume controls
must be cold as you switch off
the meter this is now hyperspace
and one of the speakers is you
saying ‘you’re just like me’ and that
is my ignition point i don’t want
your loser’s deck and your graphic equaliser
the vinyl is humid and i open the door and run
decide to be like myself as if that’s cheating
the neighbourhood is cheering as i race
down the driveway as i stop at the gate
to talk to the dog the stars above grow brighter
stabbing the dark and i’m wishing like blazes
for a bushfire friendship razing the neighbourhood
laughing in cars with the engine running.
