Australian poetry
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The Fish of Wisdom
carpe diem but not too much yet with full gusto take, savour the middle path! don’t be excessive though all things in balance even balance and when you fall do it all the way and fall face first but safely… Continue reading
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green kurraba point ferry
fast of rope and fish in the sump and the whole whiff of salt wood and spur make broad motor heave, beam crack and the cable zings in the cross breeze. the prow drops and we lurch at the handbars,… Continue reading
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Just getting out of the house
After the loathingof leaving care unfinishedand then for the nextto the next I walk out as a childgoing to schoolwith focuscovered by thebenign wool of parents as I turn the first blockI broadly smilea decade olderwith beach and pop music.… Continue reading
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Rooms I've Lived In
Every life framed by floor and wall and doorways being boundary for distinct sets of events. Here I breathe, mutter to myself receive oblique traffic noise and reminders of happy hour where loveless stink in reverse cycle will count for… Continue reading
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Anhedonic-like
I like being presented problems this is one of my very few current luxuries no drugs no grog no sex curtail computer use but there’s the phone and smoke signals my pokey little room which is kind of nice the… Continue reading
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Poem upon having my solitude excluded
me and John Forbes are suntanningin Annandale, “John what’s your take on Baudrillardat Lightning Ridge?” we sip our wets, actifed CCi think of my childhood “have a swig of this”“thanks, so much better!” “How many Mark O’Connorswere there? or were… Continue reading
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Browser History
A medicine cabinetblack box at [IP address]pinging the wreckageof urge anddilettante scratchings what happened toall the pastel websites?design without designers. companies selling appsdon’t bother with pleasingthe larger screenand they’re not even selling gelato. Some histories were deep net –accessing the… Continue reading
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A Lyric
I talk to myselfand then I turn the volume down lower than under my breathand now I’m humming my words. for an hour or two I was thinkingabout where those words are coming from going to. Who is saying them?Like,… Continue reading
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Good Night
roasted lambencyand rosencyunder a rusted coruscatingiron roof horses piddling in totalityin a grassy fieldingsundaying eveningly rest less or morwell hope you ate well tooguten acht tout Continue reading
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Catalysis
making a mapof our bare breath memory and signslandmarks on the flatsthe regular waves i’m making you a trapezefor your funin lieu of my maths homeworkyou dismount like a drenched athleteembracing me as i leave the relay in pauseand some… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 