Riverina

Riverina

Riverina,

let us be drug pedlars tonight,

let police cars

go up in flames,

as we narcotize the landscape.

Riverina, listen

to the drummers of the dark,

obey the music

that rises like an air plane

and searches the sky for prophets.

Riverina,

seduce me with cocoa

and whips,

hunt my body for ancient passwords

and indulge me in

those little games of telepathy

beneath the tree of silence,

in a landscape of romance and brown,

those games where we exchanged

the forbidden celluloid

of our minds.

Riverina,

let radio stations go up in flames

as I record your smells

tonight,

under a wounded Sagittarius.