Fly
back home ( talking back with KK)
I call the flies sky raisins
snapped up by the dog
don’t catch that wasp
Melvyn reminds him
gently
you
be dead
my cackleberries cheek by jowl
with googie eggs
the moo juice indoor
lizards
cooking in the mockle wokkle
tropes of family carried
forward
underneath them
cunjevoi still explained
with deepest sigh it’s the
poor man’s abalone you know
on the rock
the halla halla smoke put
your
dhutti on roll a
dhurri stick around for the
yarn-up but get yourself far
from that gidji-man
now tidda
what lives in that
pak-ah-pu ticket my head
strewn about with
characters from the past
pressed back to the
dough of what we
are
leavening our lumpen
proletariat
kriol in reverse
shove that gear lever
past the A
for assimilate and you get
us
great!
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