Mush

Somewhere between Port Hedland and Carnarvon

my brains dissolved

dribbled out of my left ear.

 

They battled gamely but had no chance, you see,

against the road,

the landscape – monotony.

 

I drove for thirteen hours, the bitumen’s hiss

numbing all thought;

it was a malicious road

 

that took apart my head with vicious glee, a

surgeon’s knife, some

sort of forced lobotomy.

 

My mind is mush.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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