10 October 2009


ripped in the brick-skin
pillow-fort curtained

bending xanthorrhoea fists
to the full - push
forward an epic stanza
this melody

waiting green

at chlorophyll swamp point
a whipped hip and white line
crystal shoulder
glove box gossip
our bodies' sweat and then
a bunbury grind

the beat she barks
the philosophy of flowers
of weekday bicep flexer
this brilliant yellow

our acacia sunset sand envy
a bass-line remedy
near lakes of reef
ocean reefer

we stood at capped summits
and fell breathing sulphur
in wet
dance floor

(in response to a friends facebook thread)

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