Sunday, November 6, 2016

Robert Verdon, #350, snatches overheard on the tram

on the way to the doctor’s
the faun was a study in gamboge
a feathered entrance to the cave in Hooker’s green
thim bentrif every day
snow speaks, and so does sand
history of blood on Sydney beaches … part one, the Wanda Beach murders
corned beach sandwiches
fifty shades of ghee and time travel
odder than an udder to an adder
coiled smoke of citronella
nameless chemtrails plot my downfall
an endless week of crime mysteries and cooking shows
was followed by real news of world war three
unprepared, the announcer tried to joke
the midge pie was not successful
the queen was a fascinating centipede
scented crayons and chalk in a big striped plastic bag
acne loomed like Melbourne on the horizon
I imagine that coloured pencils are made from ochre
well schnirb of coggle
Hillary and Trumpery
marine grease for your bicycle
candied years and manta rays paraded for our delectation
I like inventories and other lists
codicils to melted history
she loves cod-poetry and matrices
hey, tosser
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
gesso and barbola work
feeding a horse in Beecroft while others went to softball practice
Angela passed her trivium and the devil appeared
Dorothy L. Sayers
early birds chirp in the cold distance and a wild cat
he used to steal from his mother’s purse
the limpid cockroach
Italian wine and Limp Bizkit
high-pitched … from the brakes I guess
Letters and Numbers
dog days dog tired
nothing must ever pop up in my face again
astro beam working
yobba rays on
he used to dress up in his mother’s clothes
the upside-down river
seaweed is the vegetarian’s fish
acres of it, The Sand Reckoner
fire drills and pumps clattered to the deck
rope layers rose in the Captain’s dream
Lucy was appealing in a lime taffeta mini
rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb


  1. Dear Robbie,
    4am, Shanghai,
    listening to Pat Metheny's
    Selected Recordings,
    I am cast adrift again.
    Words and music.
    The tide takes me.
    On a tram, a bus,
    on a submarine,
    the sum of words.
    Thank you.

  2. Deliciously dense and textured. Love the leaps and bounds. Magic.


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