and we’re a car full of chronics
on the way to wodonga
to see an authorised doctor
to get the clozapine renewed
beside me
she’s babbling in a balkan conversation
that needs no other speakers
but a fellow traveler
in the back of the car
is solicitous
are you alright
rosie dear
another guy with a german name
is pushing me beyond distraction
with a fiendish prattle that features
some interaction between cows
and scottish bagpipes
billy-boy completes the number
they’re playing in my head
through the use of applied philosophy
when he asks the question
frank
are you happy
~