Help
me somebody
The walls are closing in
And
sharks are biting my shins
Because
of the Tennant Creek Drive-In
You
remember, when we got in for free
Because
dad was a Apex Club member
And
it was his job to run the projectors
Carbon
rods burning white hot
While
the town scowled in the dark
We
saw such terrible and wonderful things
In
the back of our Holden station wagon
Where
we were meant to fall asleep
But
we didn't
The
best and worst of 70's
Exploitation
Cinema
Was
our dreamscape
While
our mum waited for the gig to end
As
she had done ever since her 19th year
We
saw, while peaking over back seats,
Wild animals ripping people to shreds
People being shot, disemboweled, decapitated,
Blown
up, stabbed, invaded by parasites
Maybe
a 5 year-old shouldn't be seeing this?
I
asked my mum, years later, once my daughter was born
Her
advice on raising children.
She
said: You pretty much raised yourselves
Did
we?
Maybe I should write a how-to book
That takes a long hard look
At how to raise kids free of nightmares
Page one would probably begin:
Don't take your 5 year-old
To the Tennant Creek Drive-In.
That takes a long hard look
At how to raise kids free of nightmares
Page one would probably begin:
Don't take your 5 year-old
To the Tennant Creek Drive-In.
©
shaun patrick green 2018
