Pea Soup

A soupy fog, deep set haze over Melbourne. Fairies in thick wigs flashing penises in the crisp cold air. I from the Glasshouse they from The Peel crossing paths. "Do I look like a straight girl?" I assert with my eyebrows, no words aloud, at the drag show penises displayed. My hat is cocked to one side my feet are kicked purposely forward in black polished boots... pea soup and ham thick white grey cold surrounds. then there are many gaps in the middle, the hardest parts to pin down all the parts where i am not dancing or driving home or waiting. but back at the Glasshouse dancing. talking. Andrea Porn Star never made it probably passed out on a couch or dancing in lights. Glasshouse has received a face lift. I remember reading about it. It has been a long time since i was doing the scene. Saturn after twenty nine years roars in motor cycle fire back with his searing iron staff my identity. Saturn returns helping me tie up my net of knowledge. now i am driving home though pea soup.