Poets: brother and
sister poets, I told you
it was dangerous
meeting in a bookshop:
gobbling up
the end of the alphabet,
Citizen, conversations
snatched from commuter trains
supermarkets downtown Putin
embarrassment Trump white guilt
book launches drunken
Limited Editions linked
by hanging threads
- words -
I can't get enough off
falling off the walls at Collected Works:
GOD, DADA, POWDER MONKEYS,
If you meet my family ...
In Melbourne lane ways
the poets: sisters brothers
we tread on fake lawn star
signs being gypsies living in satellite
towns dislocated an annoying drill
how far to Southern Cross?
you speak French, are the
cockatoos in Seymour
chattering
lawlessly
is this
what makes
us tick:
poetry, poverty, whiskey,
salted seaweed crackers
and always,
another two cold Stella's
on the tab
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