Hell Mouth

Poets love trips, or so i am told.
wrote this looking out the window driving to bateman's bay.

And before hellmouth; dry plain
           and two mountains
EzP

  The entrance
To the drainage
  System
  Dribbling syphilitic
Water algae carpeted
Green
  Rusty water
  Aqua morta
Thin-oiled rainbowed
  Surface.

An old metal fence
As much rust
As paint...
Thin strand barbed wire
  Rocky dirt road
  And a muddening
  Puddle evaporating
  Covering half the road.

The orange tire tracks
Barley perceptible.

A cleft in the face
  Of a towering rock
Cliff.

A broken torn open
(By goannas) anthill.

A knot banged out of a fence.

A vacant ramshackle
  Old cottage falling
  To ruin.

The dry creek bed
  Under the heat
  Absorbing dual carriageway.

  The hollow burnt out
Broken down dead tree.

A thick gully cold
And humid to the touch
  Over grown with
  Nettles and ferns
Dicksonia, briars, brambles
Thistles and trestles.

An abandoned burnt
Out car.

  The open wound of
The dead innard-exposing
Animal beside
The highway.