Watching the Sky
Doolittle, Pixies 1989


one night, we took the ute
out beyond the mangroves
where a dirt track followed power lines
to a sand-flat scattered with wrecks

this is where I saw the saucer, she said
and led us across the mud and stink
kicking at dead crabs and scrap metal
while Frank threw knives at the stars

we watched the sky, shared cigarettes
the ute behind us - lights on, doors wide open
its belly full of Debaser and Wave of Mutilation
like some fiery-eyed flying beast, roaring at the night

original image courtesy Kenn Kiser @ www.morguefile.com


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