Hurstville

Hurstville

Hurstville

That’s her place, that’s Danica’s I guess them thinking it,
love to hear them saying it,

and I’m not sure why but fucking guy after guy after guy
each weekend seems okay, sensible at times

(well better than lap dancing, even if I could do it);
though when Paige, quiet, sweetie Paige told me

Like when fellas get with their mates down at the Men’s Clubs?
If it’s sex, Alexis, I must have women around me, always around me now

Honeybunch, I knew through my bewilderment, you’re hooked:
I’m only in all this for my house, my house

a legal secretary, no matter how top drawer,
never could afford: her place, Danica’s,

where I’ll bring back just one remarkable man,
his good-and-getting better body great to lie about with,

my horny young tradie, Mr Delivery with a bit up top,
you know, someone who interprets IKEA instructions.