Friday afternoon and my local Pub (rough-as-guts

working-class) has topless waitresses

serving watered down beer in the back-room bar.

Today some plain and nervous country lass,

(low self-esteem burning like a lantern),

is pouring beers for the “tradie” crowd.

It makes me sad to see her smiling insecurely,

the yellowing bruises on her thighs,

the cheap and tacky lingerie,

the poorly applied make-up.., all this and the smell

of beer-soaked carpets

is making me feel depressed.


But I am here to see Cheryl,

aged doyen of Pot Dealers,

perched on her barstool a hundred years

like an ancient, suspicious lizard on a rock,

blinking warily for informants,

dogs and undercover-cops.

Watches over all her Domain,

stretching from the pokies faraway in the darkened corner,

(where she does her dodgy deals),

down to the pool tables near the toilets

(you can always smell the drains).

She keeps the bar staff sweet,

tossing them a bag or two each week,

lord knows what her arrangement

 with management is but

they leave her alone to ply her trade

and sell her over-priced, alfoil sticks

of “Yandi”, that’s what she calls The Weed-

it’s a blackfella word she’s picked up-

The fact of “Yandi”‘s presence in her Vocabulary

betrays her too-much-time-in-Jail,

hanging out with the Black Sisters in the Yard.

Cheryl’s been around and is as hard

as nails and sharp as glass,

skinny as a rake, pure old school working class

but beneath her armour, I suspect,

there beats a raw and tender heart,

still nursing secret grief

for some dead, handsome boy the world

has long forgot,

whom once she loved in the Innocence

and the Folly of her Youth,

and with whom she planned a Future

“Ever After” underneath one roof..






The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet,

President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity

and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism,

AND the Church of the Universe.

I mean..what more do you people want from the pooor man???




~ by reverendhellfire on June 22, 2014.

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