I was staring
just about where
the sun was last seen
yesterday
when everything
suddenly
went wrong.
A man jumped.
I was having a beer a
Ponsonby Pie
when he landed
beside me - (I recommend
going to Goldiąs Lunch Bar
to anyone). He bought
me another beer
and I bought him one
then we started
arguing about guardian angels
and why was I so special
that I should have one
and he shouldnąt.
Who the hell was he any-
way who should come
leaping into my life
upsetting the peace
and salubriousness
of a perfect inner city day.
He went surreptitiously
when the waiter
mentioned the Salvation
Army was looking for recruits.
I never heard about
his next jump - off
the Skytower - until
it was too late. It appears
he lost more than
his shoes in the dive.