Eskimo Joe

Back here again, so long but too soon
Among childhood loves and bullies,
Lambs, Wheatbix and Milo never missed
Me, or wanted me here, down under
Between eucalyptus trees. I am found
Nursed across wavebreaks, suffocated
Over deep dreams of gum smells and
Beach days that no one can remember,
But ever recalled in melodies, pianos
Pounding, bloodbeats, and humming
Guitar strings. I flick pages off the easel,
Tabs kept locked in an ego-death spiral,
A winding anatomy around sonar tick
Tocks gone before anyone ever knew:
The sunset was something I would forget.

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