Arrester Bed

Decongestion biscuits ride water bashed trains
In the middle of the Mitchell freeway.
This language operates peculiarly. Runout
Of self-made centre consoles to cajole garden
Mosaics or murals. Please refrain
from this: whatever happened to free
no inspectors while the footy game’s on
inspecting the paragon, reflecting zoom
lights the chosen one fully aware
despite the glare from radial tuned
tyres piled roof high in bustling
industrial areas, rezoned to residential.
‘At the next council meeting I’m
going to jump up to the middle of the table,
pull my pants down, suck all the methane
in the room into my ass.’ What a histrionic
display of gravity. Newton was somewhat
puzzled before he read what you are reading,
afterwards he drove his automobile
up an arrester bed midway down the scarp.