The Edge Of Maroubra Junction

The edge of Maroubra Junction. Stalin died alone. Maybe it's blood clots. Parked too close to the kerb. Forty dollars an hour. This mask fits better. I had a sense there was a problem. Cracked concrete. It never would have lasted. Waitlisted for gastroscopy. Shoulders back. They'll love this one. R-Type creatures. Get a real job. I'd like to punch Centrelink in the face. The Maroubra Bay tram. How do parents do it? Waning libido. This invasion. Am I Koori? Check the dumpster for furniture. I can no longer read novels. The ocean at the top of Torrington Rd. Naval bases. I want a Mini Cooper S. Forgot to put deodorant on. Panic attack again needing hospital. I'm sure I need a neck brace. The Department of Housing. On all fours for Mistress. Mahon Pool library. Dropping old books off there. His new pet rabbit. Having something to offer. Gym junky. Google 'overcoming bitterness'. That stare seemed pleasant. The virus has everyone spooked. Good. Sunlight warm on moistened brow. Three thousand kilojoules. Sharp smell of an open sewer. Greed. Anticipation of cold beer. Futility. The Corso. Sickeningly healthy. The edge of the painting. Decay. Shakshuka eggs. Breaths between words. Now the invasion is in my brain. Top of the hill. Avoidable pain. Benzodiazepine. Warrung. That bank in Snowtown. Don't show off. Better ring Aunty.