spinifex cuts

the way the spinifex cuts yr face
hair products aside

the corrogation sand and kelp mountains
another battered envelope of sky
all broken sun and flat cloud

yet i can breathe here
through yr retching lungs
the cancer of culture
reeking of piss

we settle like scars on ecology
a literary fantasy, unheard
told in inches, kilometres
laughing til mum cries

our tasks diminish against this frame
this flat sky not a dome
yet yr brass reluctance
a gnu way of dominant paradigm

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allanboyd march09
(submission for cottonmouth)