Wide Open Road by Jakob Boyd

wet shadows sag
down the concrete bridge
above the freeway
after a storm

all the streetlights turn on to the beat of a song

we’re driving back into town
screaming obnoxious nothings
over the 100k roar
to our mates in the other car

we’ve been skinny dipping in salt lakes
living off chiko rolls
our hands stained mosquito black
no signal
pop music sing-a-longs
tall tales in the passenger seat
gear stacked up in the rear view mirror

rusty wet dirt
and lush tough scrub
blur past as brush strokes
of a sunburnt country

we’ve been chasing towels caught in the wind
on wide white beaches
taking pictures of rubble in
collapsed roadside houses
pulled over
hatchback a speck of dust
on the wide open road

we’ve been stuck in lightening storms
rolling with the trucks out east
hungover on cliffs
dry like a swarm of hungry flies

we’ve been
up north
down south

we left our hearts
out in the moonlight overnight to recharge
and we
love in new shapes
on the air mattress

we’re
resting our hands
on each other’s knees
as we pass through rainbows
and the horizon shifts
like the soundwave of a slow song

we’ve been
up north
down south
and wet shadows sag down
the concrete bridge
above the freeway
after a storm

we’re driving back into town
back home
our eyes heavy
with open love

Writer: Jakob Boyd (AKA Laundry Man) is a poet, arts organiser and indi-publisher who runs myriad grassroots projects in Perth, performs in events, festivals and theatre around Australia and has been published through Cordite, Mulla Mulla Press and in UQP's SOLID AIR. Boyd's first collection 'City Without Stories' was released through Indifference Publications in 2018.

Last updated on: 26 November 2019