Stars

Funny things stars

Something you take for granted

They’re there

Always have been

Round the city you don’t take much notice

‘cept when you’re tryin’ to con a sheila in the sleeper

Too hard to see through all the smog and stuff anyway

But running down the road

And pullin’ up to bodgie up your logbook

Or just sittin’ with a hot brew from the thermos and

poppin’ a pill

You look at them

Clean

and bright

And you know there’s a reason for them

Sort of like the headlights of all the blokes who didn’t

finish the run

And you think of your own mortality.