16 May 2009

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

----
allanboyd march09
(submission for cottonmouth)

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