Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Newmarket (1.30 pm)
Everybody’s got to
have plans
my magnum opus
For a hard-earned
thirst
face caked with clay
fixed-rabbit stare
from the kid who
cut me off
Everybody’s got to have
this headache
sick to your stomach
Everybody’s got to
dress
dress to impress
Grey Lynn (12.00 noon)
in Jackworld
Annora’s mother
pilloried on 12 o’clock TV
not answering the door
We’ve had her up before
she’ll keep on doing it
untilunspoken
feral old man
tethered in the yard
titanic mounds
of garbageThey’re afraid
of dinging up their cars
They always stop
comforting me
when I stalked out of Poetry
Livea good kind woman
turned into the butt
of media mikes
& yetthe squalor
freaked me out
that dark reporter …
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