tying her blonde hair behind her

left no time to resuscitate her Beamer

so watch her drive in Range Rover fear

that the wind may change direction

suck air pressure from her tyres

and blow out her lipstick holder
once she could have picked up

Arnie Schwarz or someone taller

but her make up and cucumber slices

fill the customs bin  her stockings

are stuck up on the heads of teenagers

robbing milk bars for M & Ms
she's on a highway to helicopters

in fruit fly formation cross the desert

she shoos them with her hairspray

she's left a slipper on the Nullarbor

Ernie Dingo shows it to the nation

what it cost to buy this, hey?
her hair's unwinding in the bull's eye

the red centre where the dart flies

a five thousand kay pipeline pumps

gas and leftover songlines

solid rock  standin on  sacred ground

livin on  blonde hair borrowed from a bottle
she's tied her khaki legwarmers to the aerial

that Wrong Way Go Back sign was red

not pink she didn't notice it  the sand

on her windscreen  the nuclear fallout

sweetening up the desert  the machine

she fires into the night sky  tracer bullets

blaze in white light neon
“Terminate Her Too” and a blanket falls

from heaven  president Swarzenegger

(don't call him Arnie) says “Sarah,

the War is Over”  they put a gas mask

on her and she spits and coughs

the taste of Chanel Number Five