Breakfast
before came her Sun Earth drew us from bed
pen and her poet in time for John Cargher’s final show
with soy milk and muesli
and Zbigniew Herbert on Marcus Aurelius
“good night Marcus put out the light”
he wrote in the scorched gullies of his blitzburgh
as dead John croaked on about the deficiencies of coloratura
genetically modified
breakfast replaced the morning dung
outside in the frozen vineyard of drought
foxes sprint for last low swallows
she’s wondering whether to flick us off
teased by the notion of a nice new start
“We know there’s plenty of time”
she whispers to her brother Mars
who’s rueing his last sweet drink
while this tiny machine scratches holes in the top of his head
the sort of gadget Gordon Barton and Paul Hamlyn
dream of securing at auction
for strategic fucking purposes
hi boys
kookaburras laugh us back to our shrouds
2 comments:
Curiosity? I can't believe how that selfie looks so much like Dr Hunter S crossed with an emu go on look em in the eye
George on the Druid Range!
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