them distorted, busty united sand skeletons
seek wet flesh - postured crystalline decades
those granular narrative arcs, a seaweed neath yr toes
this ignited karri/salt projection
of colonic retard riffs - bass n drum
as glisten-ripped as our Cousins hamstring
our collective 38 storey bicep
raw FM fireworks, a Cross in a boat
a station, from southern sky
those banjo colts, regrets away
canned heat, the freeway thickness
of a north perth snare
the rippled flare of light
on shattered reverb Swan
i'm more sacred than tuart shrouds
with these words, an algal boom-town
more blac blood than blue bloc bone
said paul - at the repetitious gates
a barbed wire canoe
trapped in a fabricated
benign nicholas cage
raped, sedated capital
an ancient skool
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28 March 2009
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