They say the jaw-bone tease
Is like a lawn-mover
Going through the same lines
Over and over, and occasionally
Just like Mars craters, there are Spinifex
Fairy circles around pimple marks
Still I make merry mowing the lawn
And making a black undergrowth
As neat as the front garden
Yet unlike the green carpet around the verenda
There are no busy ants here nor grasshoppers
And this bare pasture is where
She will leave a tingling feeling
No razor head can ever give and this free-country
Is where hickeys are born
As inflorescences of scarlet petals
Rising above as blood dandelions