Evel Knievel In Flight
The wet came on slower,
it’s been threatening for days —
the perfect excuse to sink lower.
But I’m in a pub,
third day sober,
with soda water
and the TAB’s living its life —
feeding off and
fed by a punter
yelling numbers
In a moth-bit shirt that says
I do all my own stunts.


photo not mine

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