In the car driving
out of the radio
comes the overture
Wagner's Flying Dutchman
and no longer
in suburbia -
saw with true, trusty
mind molecules
to Melbourne's in urbi
a day in August
In the wintry tide
I saw a friend
for the last time
sensing something
strangely finished.
I went that night
hearing among others
The ship of doom
His demise - the Danish
bitch could not bail out.
In the car driving
out of the radio
came forever tied
in my mind's morsels
The Aussie apparition.
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