Jeered

 Wellington deadlike
The slight smell of mold cigarette smoke
The indiscretion spreads over months
half drunk and underfed chilled face

The lonely uphill climb to John's house out of purse
The street was selling counterfeit mercy
for roustabouts like me a kind drop to sip
yet it wasn't pure just filled with teeth wrapped in tight lips

Amusement is waiting like calamity
youthfulness stretches our gullibility
lulling us into a state of vulnerability
night windows open curtains
as you trip over the angled driveway

You trusted friends that were worthless and gone
you recieved the injustice and passed it on
finger food to appetize this experience a mile
lingering on that for a bitter while

The cold wind climbed over the wall of island bay
and coasted down newtown without a personality
a mouth so straight it could measure existence
but not a roustabout like me

The random and unplanned inconvenient stains
the attempt to live made good entertainment
An audience howling with laughter in time
to observe another few silly antics of mine
Their seats curated and named as they shout me off stage

How the chatter and hooting catch fire
heat the stage humilation doesn't tire
Until I couldn't distinguish between
a sarcastic applause and this assemblage on fire

The roar of it singes the air survivors exit nonchalantly
Outside the theater filled with cars and speculation
will it age they ask after the incineration
obsessed with the tail of the fish in welly
last decade it was the lower belly

There I was reaping the hay
under the powerlines on half optimistic spring days
unenlightened unambitioned
as it all corresponded without me
so all I had to wake me was those cold empty spaces
at the end of the day