In The Park

In The Park

Down there

Amongst the Moreton Bay fig trees

And the green expanse,

Are empty gelatine capsuales,

Nembutal visions

Broken beer bottles.

The sky is suffering

From a respiratory collapse,

As metho' drinkers wrap

Themselves in yesterday's newspapers

And watch

Anaemic handshakes,

Bodies printed

Onto grass,

Speakers content

To save the world,

An old woman

Playing tamborine,

And speaking

In tongues.