ripped in the brick-skin
pillow-fort curtained
spa-room
bending xanthorrhoea fists
to the full - push
forward an epic stanza
this melody
breeze
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
blood
bonanza
(in response to a friends facebook thread)
10 October 2009
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