Clement O'Sheehan

ABANDONED WIVES Ceremony, organised from 'cross the sea. Curtain eyes, abandoned wives.

Empty house, soon locked out. Sold in lies, abandoned wives. 

ALLURING POLYMERS I'm curious, notes I took as a bank clerk. So studious, cross wise mat like network.

One silver, one blue, add on another, give it to you. More silver, more blue, alluring polymers, all made anew. 

AMULET  An amulet, just don't know where it's coming from. Monique Patricia's panoptic view of this maelstrom. Make it up, your own very private, separate hells. I know what I want, is not which you give. You can have this for youselves. 

Checked the tyres, coolant, oil. Got some petrol. Headed off about 2pm, paid $2.50 at the toll. Down the freeway, 30C, on a clear blue September day. Turned off about an hour and a half out and slowed to 80k. 

Stopped at Exeter. A smoke and a poke around an antique shop. The girl behind the counter tells me she is hot. I buy a Neil Young record and head for Bundanoon. Two burgers, one with egg and a stroll over tracks to the saloon.

BACK IN TEN Cash falls from the sky, still it falls flies by. I remember when, hang on back in ten. Started long ago, trickle then a flow. Stories good wait there, I'll be back in ten.

He'll get going again, might recall what he said. He'll get going again, when he's his back in ten. 

Pockets full of gold, many notes unfold. Rivers flow again, I'll be back again. Started long ago, trickle then a flow. Stories good wait there, I'll be back in ten. 

BEN BULLEN Ben Bullen just passing through, parched dirt ground under sky blue. Getting to somewhere by dusk, by a plain old sign, now a plate of rust.

Another end of the day and again I've survived, though I was long before I arrived. And you'll always stand there, as I will here. Left to sought our ways, till we disappear. 

And dusk will fall, as sure as we know. Under vast reddened peels stand we as statues below. Now deeper and darker 'neath this burning atmosphere. You lost in it from there, as I am from here.

The westward road into a blanket night, you look to me soft in the glow of the dash light. A dampness on things, always getting colder. Highway lamps dull illumination, from a table, in the diner.

 Babe, do you want to drive all night?

BIRDMAN COMES AROUND We know to have it all ready, rebound. Plans show we'll dump it from the jetty, aroused. Dimmer low, silent and edgy, surround. For when Birdman comes around.  

Soft glow and gleaming machetes, ultrasound. For when Birdman comes around. 

CAFE Can't describe what just passed me by, something phantasmal. Is the end close? Maybe something even death like, just passing my table. Coffee and toast. Coloured lights flash, someone goes inside. God she is smashed, more customers collide.

Daylight, only hours away. That means nothing as rain hammers down. People spill into this cafe, sit and order something and softly look around. Reached out for a telegraph pole to balance, but she missed. Now she's propped up by a parked car, about as helpless as police.

Two officers wander by. As an ocean falls out of sky. And I wonder if they wonder why its cheap. 

Don't sleep much these days, running on empty but I'm kind of tired. As daylight spreads over the street I've had too much caffeine and now I am wired.

As the carriage begins to sway I feel my pulse absolutely racing away, as nine to fivers begin another day. Well it's cheap.

CARAVAN Twilight summers crimson sky. The breeze a zephyr, grasses bend. I do till I can do no more. And watch them fuck it up again.

This I, can not stand to see. What else can I do but leave?

They'll want to know you didn't sleep last night. That it worries you every day. Keep it qt they're telling the story. Going to snap kick his head straight off his shoulders, baby. He got no respect for me.

This I, can not stand to see. What else can I do but leave? So in this caravan, by the ocean, fax in motion, doing nothing.

She found him slumped over the wheel. Didn't panic, didn't care. Night watch under a moonlight cinema. Just lets me know you're there.

This I, can not stand to see. Wish that I could take you with me.                                           

So in this caravan, by the ocean, fax in motion, doing nothing......................................caravan

CLOSURE By the time you left. My life seemed complete. All I could do was wait. For you, to return, to me.

And yes I believed. Your every word, so many guarantees. And every word you broke. When you got so far from me.

Well your life is so much better now. Now lying on his bed. And you phone me from Denver just to let me know. Better that we end. 

Moon glows over you. With him, in a sky over his town. I'm lost, so lost. In Westmead, the sun, goes down.