why are all the men so drunk / toothless / unkempt / drunk / inbred / gormless / drunk / mullet-ed / old?
(even the ones that are younger than me, how do they manage to look so old?)
why do they only wear Metallica t-shirts / awkward wedding suits / All Blacks jerseys / alcohol?
why do they have dead ducks / drunk mates / dirt bikes in their tinder photos?
how are they all truckers / roofers / self-employed / power linesmen / painters / project managers?
are there that many walls to be painted?
how many projects are there to be managed?
what are all the truckers transporting? are they trucking all the fuckable men away from Palmerston North, in the hope that it’ll increase their chances? are they trucking the fuckable men away, plastering them into walls, tying them up with power lines, throwing them off newly laid roofs, eating them and losing their teeth when they bite into thigh bone?
I drive a 68 minute round trip to Marton, population 4930,
in order to get to my fuckable man.
what's that saying to you, Palmerston North?
Palmerston North! take off your torn singlet, buy yourself a decent shirt, get a front tooth,
stand in front of the mirror and have a good honest talk to yourself.
First published in The Friday Poem (Luncheon Sausage Books) (2018)