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The only time they shut up is when I threaten them at Tingalpa Creek. |
Now I saw a figure standing on the footbridge over Tingalpa Creek He was looking at the water like its depths had what he had to seek The creek runs through the mangroves and empties into Morton Bay Don’t walk the bridge at night, he’s a ghost, that’s what they say I don’t care for old wives tales, scary stories or bushman’s dreams There’s enough evil in this world to fill a sane man’s screams I saw he was a boy of eleven or twelve on the bridge kind of meek I asked him who he was and why he stared so eerily into Tingalpa Creek My name is what they tell me and my heart is as black as the water below He lifted his dark head to the moon crying out the word ‘Gecko’ I woke up at my home but nothing there seems familiar to me They call me by my name as if they know me and care for me But the only thing familiar are the voices that sing inside my head I don’t sleep well at night as the voices sing their evil chorus in my bed They sing of hate, whisper violence and call on me to be the Man’s freak The only time they shut up is when I threaten them with Tingalpa Creek Then he climbed up on the railing, his black face bathed in the moon’s glow He sought relief from a tortured life in the calming waters down below They called me ‘deficient’, disordered and my attention was low There words meant little to me but there is one thing I know The pill they are going to give to you, the one to help you think Is going to drown you in your head and drag your sanity to the brink They do not hear you, they will not listen and then you even forget to speak I am Gecko, I’m waiting for you, I need a friend here at Tingalpa creek I went home to my family at the table, talking while they ate their food I tried to eat, I tried to talk, to make some sense, desperate to disguise my mood Mum tried to talk but I couldn’t make her listen to what I had to say It didn’t matter at all because she told me my prescription had arrived today Take one pill in the morning, one at night and, baby, try not to think Now you can concentrate at school and have your sanity pushed to the brink Now I have violent voices in my head telling me to be the Man’s freak The only time they shut up is when I threaten them at Tingalpa Creek. Tony Parker 29 March, 2006 |