Post card
with naked men from Pentecost island
and my scrawled words
stuck with a magnet
to their fridge
in Parkville
Monday, 22 July 2013
Thursday, 11 July 2013
Two
About to face the unsleeping usurper of Satan
in your delicately balanced two-pound-per day lifestyle
a new corduroy hat
languid body sitting slumped against the red brick wall of
despondency
laugh forever at nothing jokes.
The eaves droop in the heat and begin a benign
one-two-one-two dance routine
disclosing desire, lust, love, hate and want, the price goes
up
no two bets match
no two birds collide.
Fighting inevitability with teeth clenched, claws sharp,
no-holding-back assuredness in the absurdity of it all.
The clasps tighten.
Laces all tied up.
Over and under and round and round-a-bout time to confess,
buddy.
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