Turn Left at the Roses

Artwork Mind, Body and Soul by Olivia Rose Words Jacob Horrocks

The ruby-throated hummingbird can fly For twenty-hour trips without a rest by Doubling their fat with bonbons with larks, And we can’t seem to leave where our car parks

To complete those two hundred thousand yards In our lap of the hidey-hole shipyards Before your rehearsals this year begin And the makeup girls take away your chin.

And would you remember the drunk tank pink In the scar that healed from the icy rink On the left turn of your cheek from habit? It is the same colour in my Pink Rabbit.

And the beaches clumping under the bridge, Cracking up when we stopped along the ridge As you crawled out with one elbow and toed A bramble leant across the winding road.

Since we cursed the town for its cobalt eyes And the teeth it took from the butterflies The light has a way of skipping our house, Making it tough when I untie your blouse.

And riding the sky is a happy sun, Your lips were scarlet, and my smoke is spun From a similar shade of country red As our little sports car locked in the shed.