You’re my Oxycontin

 

You’re my Oxycontin

My Valium

My Iron Jack

My slug of Scotch

My Gin & Tonic

My second glass of red

My six-pack of beer

My magic board that surfs over anxiety & tedium

Just the thing for a long flight

my paperback of Tim Winton’s ‘Breath’

 

 

 

Surfing the Zeitgeist

 

I was the flavour of the month

For twelve years

Then suddenly I wasn’t;

You either surf the zeitgeist

Or you don’t