LES WICKS
Poetry—'Broaden the Horizon'
      

The school excursion was to see a one man play
about a guy who was an egg.
Yeah right mate.
                                                                 Ya must be fucken jokin’.

Dundas Boys’ High
meets theatre lap
of harbour tidal slap.

A nearby pub dresses herself
in familiar mustard tiles.
The interval beers sang
like a holy westie choir.