Monday, November 21, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 325: Contents (a found poem)


CONTENTS
GRAFFITI ARTIST     
OUTCAST 
A WOMAN WAITS
BONE           
LOOKING FOR THE POETRY IN BONES     
LEAVES IN GREEN           
MYTH BREAKER    
I AM A CROWD
IN MY ARMS
SOME ARE QUIET ABOUT IT     
THAT MOMENT WHEN WE WERE ALL SEABIRDS AGAIN
IT COULD BE WORSE                       
TWO DOLLARS A DAY
COUNTING ON MY FINGERS
THROUGH A CHILD’S EYES
CHOCOLATE FIX     
WHO’S COUNTING           
A GIRL IS PRIMPED
MAKESHIFT SHELTER     
THE SHOOT     
OPEN SEASON
CLATTER     
HALF-SENTENCED     
JEREMIAD     
BEAK BLUE AS MUSSEL SHELL
HEAT WAVE
HER BENT HEAD
THISTLE-GREY           
I AM A FOX
BACKLIT     
DANGEROUS WOMEN     
SHE SCRAPES OFF HER OWN MOUTH             
AERIALS
THREE DUCKS FLYING ACROSS THE ROAD     
TRIAD            
IT’S A CHEMO DAY
A WOMAN IS BLINDED     
A WOMAN IS RAPED           
A WOMAN THREADS           
A RUSH OF LEAVES
WOMEN MY AGE
NOW VIEWING     
UNCUT
WILDS
THE WOMAN IN THE POEM

Yass poet Gregory Piko thinks the Contents in my latest collection Shebird 
(PressPress 2016) read like a poem. I'm taking his word for it :) Thanks to Greg.

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