Coral Hull: Poetry: Psychic Gun: 1. Early Years/ 14. Fire Cracker Night

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: PSYCHIC GUN
14. FIRE CRACKER NIGHT

if we didn't go out anywhere we played up/ on
fire cracker night nanny & aunty karen came over
& we lit all the crackers between bricks in the back
yard/ or made big paper & wood bonfires down at

the creek before it was bulldozed in for council
buildings/ carousels were tied to the clothesline/
jumping jacks crawled along the red brick fence/
sparklers were held by everyone/ we liked tom

thumbs, throw-downs & bungers/ dad said they
were called tom thumbs because if you held onto
one as it went off it would blow you thumb off/ i
said 'what about bungers?'/ he said 'blow your

fucking hand off'/ there were always reports of
sky rockets blinding babies in prams/ bungers
being put into animals mouths & anuses/ &
people's letterboxes being blown up/ then dale

threw throwdowns at cars along gill avenue as
they passed/ he got one in through the window
of a carload of hoods & hit the driver on the
shoulder/ the car chucked a u-turn & skidded

back around on the road burning rubber/ we all
ran down the street/ dale & brendon made it back
home without being seen/ but rachel & i got struck
on the verandah of a half built house/ as the car

drove right up & shone their headlights down the
driveway/ & a few of them got out & started
walking towards where we were hiding/ rachel
had her hand over my mouth to stop me from

giggling/ i thought: we are in deep shit/ the
shadow of three of them moving up the driveway
in the car lights/ with only a brick wall separating
us/ he was swearing saying 'where are the little

cunts?/ i accidentally dropped a throw-down & it
landed in rachel's shoelaces but didn't go off/ we
held our breath/ focused on the little blue pebbles
that fell out of the side of it & the paper target/ &

waited until he turned around & went back to the
car/ it skidded off before we dared to move a
muscle/ i turned to rachel & said 'next time we've
got to run faster'/ she said 'bullshit i'm not doing

that again'/ later that night dale threw some rocks
on gilbert's roof & when gilbert ran across the
road jumping our red brick fence in his socks &
slippers/ dale let off a ball-thrower & fired it at

him/ gilbert's house was the last in the street
to be rocked by us & he felt betrayed/ he said
'don't fucken do that!'/ rachel went home too
scared to stay over night after i told her that my

mother's bedroom was haunted

    

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