Modern Love

Hey nerd!
Whats the
Word Package
You prefer
Look out your Window
Of flat electrodes
See the outer suburbs
You moved away from
In the Window
The reflection of your father’s features
Who pushed you through university

Hey nerd
Sit up in your
perfumed hi towers
All together like chinese junks
in Hong kong harbour
Junk bonds junk bands junk bonds!

Hey nerd
Corporate aspirant
Locked into a cop haircut
Testing firewalls
Over summer
While completing IT degree


Hey Nerd
left for the city everyday
tap dancing your way past primal nudie sculptures
in the foyer
every morning
Hey Nerd!
What’s the Word

PART 2
to brag to boast
it’s his new cotton blend coat
there’s a girl he grew, sort of, up with, down the road
Standing in her parents fly wire doorway
They cry, "the man with the golden arm has come to take our daughter away
And defer to the kitchen
Unravelling gippsland land packages

to melbourne to melbourne
she pleads she begs
sits in an icy station wagon
beneath cut and paste bricks
outside the computer college
They sink pots and jugs inside the pub
he whisks her off to the college lab
laying her on the large imaging screen
her gypsy hair trailing into the classroom next door
She shuts her eyes and opens her mouth
Her mind spinning like a jackpot machine,
his fingers fumbling at the controls
opening a gushing
into the path
of a blinking street sweeper
that could not stop
that Sunday morning
in that empty South Melbourne side street

he drove her home
a police car sat
its light twirling like a cocktail umbrella
her father chased him down the street with a meat cleaver
he retired to his bungalow
and pawed at her mobile number all winter

PART 3
three years later he found her
she was working behind a clapper board
a short movie with the graduates of the old photography school
she did not know him among her new friends
but he flashed his degree in computer technology
and she felt the glow of his second generation migrant dream
They agreed
their rushed and awkward beginnings
a recessive ritual
from the old country they’d never been to
sophistication was settling on their shoulders like dandruff
these cousins in clover

she made it clear the masters degree was essential
no baby til HECS was paid
for one day she would have choose between her digital editing skills
and visiting her mother’s mother in romania
she got temp work
they worked late in corporate towers
eating tea from oblong cardboard boxes with chopsticks
laying out future plans
an IT consultancy came his way
a tutoring position for her
in between – dates and movies but mostly nights in,
watching reality TV
in minimal décor

PART 4
the wedding;
aunts and uncles squeeze into photo frame
nephews in light blue suits
distant neighbours
now sworn comrades
arms embrace
uncles and aunts embarrased them
the grappa and vino flowing
setting up a backyard rhythm
spilling into the street
the satellite dish above
the wedding car
slapped across the nature strip
god bless this romeo and juliet in a new country

a house in the better part of an outer part of town
a long way from their parents
a gift of a trip overseas
a short stay
at camp USA
motoring in red MG and picnic hamper to Washington
sending cards to lists of friends
at farewell drinks her career
took a right turn
–offered graduate management position
on their return
she checked her artistic aspirations at the door
of the local council
Becoming known for her pale complexion
Skinny as a rake and teeth as sharp
Nervously she faced her committee
every month

Their house as plain as dry biscuits
Sundays spent gardening and moving heirlooms
Two cars and two phones
He restless for advancement
laid out the IT appointments every Saturday
She lucked out with a transfer
a major project to oversee
While he worked late most nights
driving home on the freeway alone

PART 5
So it was a shock one morning
stepping out of the bed
Discovered his body a lead weight
A nervous breakdown diagnosed
Tests revealing no other abnormalities
His mother cooked him a vintage stew
Quite common for migrant sons the visiting doctor remarked

His leave entitlements strung out , his position collapsed into another
until One morning,
Fumbling with his pajama drawstrings,
he signed for a package from the company

He got lost at the local Centrelink
Where he found the faces of his father and uncles waiting in the queue
No benefits
the house half renovated
Her project having flown,
all major indicators posted
Now settling into a management chair
A rising star
While he
watched birds in the garden

Never one for the group
like his father
Who was lowered into the heated ground later that summer
With his crimson cheeks, his bird like mouth silently screaming

Discussing a proposed project site she met Garry
Who told stories, Australian stories
Tell me more stories You do it so well, You make me laugh she said
They checked out the proposed site of the new development
from the front seat of the council car,
under a gum tree, by a playground
her hair swinging across her face for the first time in years
He unbuttoned her suit buttons one by one
As she leant down and clenched the zip of his trousers with her teeth
tightly

PART 6
continuing to diminish
napping each Afternoon
His weight blew out
But in the end it was his sister
Who got him a part time post
teaching at The community school
Computer technology
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
To juvenile misfits
The school seemed a jungle at first
But the kids loved to hear the tech words
in his soft hungarian accent

The suburban house is doom and gloom now
Its That morning
That waits for him
Having called him at the school
She can wait no more
She explains they have run their course
The issues are complex but they unravel easily that late morning in the pastel loungeroom
He shrugs his shoulders and slumps into a silent lump on the couch

PART 7
Christmas –
relatives
she’s tossing her hair
now straightened
back,
the windy backyard
How will she manage they cry
You’re so skinny
She leaves pleading stomach pains

Far away
he is driving on a freeway
listening to a tape
self improvement
The cars weave figure eights around his
Its late Xmas afternoon

His car
one of so many cars
Their house
one of so many houses
Buried in this Eldarado

But now
a beam of light catches the corner of a city tower
splats across his windscreen
splintering into fragments
While she sits alone with her personal organiser
– smoking - her new habit
in her new, anaesthetised, apartment