As I write this the sun ninety-three million miles close is shining luxuriantly on the evergreens and glinting off the balcony railings of the flats across the road and scattering the sky into blue from ear to ear
but this morning my neighbour from Los Angeles said that there the smog covers the entire sky. As we sat sharing scones on kerbshopped chairs and watched the garbage truck pick up our building’s skip in his rigid arms and lift it over his head dumping everyone’s waste into his abysslike back to be taken away
she told me people in LA drive to their mailboxes. They have drive-through banks for money and drive-in churches for God. I gave up caffeine I gave up drinking alone I gave up roast dinners I downsized I dried my tears with hankies instead of tissues I took up yoga
but our new government put in place by swinging voters brainwashed by info-moguls wants to repeal the carbon tax and Christmas is on its way with all its screaming turkeys
Australia 2013
Jackson 