Walking at Night

The long street in the light
enmore to marrickvile
garbage truck passes
would the men inside stop to rape me?
i suppose not
but still partly wish for dark

shadows between the trees and houses
who would let me in?
if i was running from
the garbage men

their truck sounds masculine
i am not afraid
i walk so fast its like running

makes me puffed
but i could run much faster

the stories
of hospital people on crack
fighting the nurses
it takes six
to restrain them

i am never out of control
but i am running now

take the lane
off the beaten track

a man makes me afraid
but he's a baker

early morning loaves

i am safe as i pass

the garbage men
won't rape me with the wholesome smell
of fresh bread in their flared nostrils

so close to home
so early hours and so alone
like the sad men on crack

masturbating desperately
with no where else to go

i am lost
so close to home but falling further away
the closer i get

the fear is gone
the door clicks shut
and now?