tree heads
boo ger
ger
[the sound of the mill then still just
ahead of the law
eggers
something to
ruin the engine. sixty minutes,
parliament. the world goes around
the median good. the better the
phone the less mimesis. sold, told,
have stolen. the bulwark is a poem by
marianne moore. the stodgy garden &
other places ... say sorry, but this
whiskey & there was a dam. wet figs
rotting on the lawn, so dont lie down]
b le e d
ego ego
shade
le le
grog grog
r ead
le s s
b le s s
hone
neo
ju t
h ey
[it begins, songgame. crows playing
cards in the asbestos shelter.
joe
ten
7 7
then it rushes in like in a boat
the scenes, maybe three, maybe
two people, its short, simple
theyre in bedroom, shouting at
petrol attendants; in the shop
getting intimate, in terms of tone
ju te
jun e
yen
bread getting broken, heads getting
spread, some clothes stolen, a peg]
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la natura
we love you get up
Michael Farrell has published several books and chapbooks, most recently Thou Sand (Tinfish). He coedited with Jill Jones Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets, and has edited features for slope, Gutcult, cordite and ecopoetics. From his poems you can tell he 1) grew up in the bush; 2) is a fan of both Edwin Morgan and Frank O'Hara, and 3) has been to Rome (a romantic disaster).
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