SIX SEATER



from High Lonesome

1 Here’s a day I’d like to have back: the first weekend we stayed at Flock Hill – Ken and Rob, the gang from the Harbour – in the shepherd’s cottage with Andy and Liz. The dawn of the decade, …

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Conversation with My Uncle

the last time we spoke about it you told me how she had raised the glass high in the air and poured the beer all over his head now don’t try to tell me that wasn’t what you said or …

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experiments (our life together)

here is my experiment with the dark we run to the top of the street and crossing it become aware of the fountain’s lip and mosaics under water pink blue hyaline we step through the foot bath yes the gold …

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Floating Ribs

for Panya Kraitus and Pitisuk Kraitus The bottom ribs On both sides Of the body Are fragile Easily broken They are Floating ribs If struck By a kick with the foot A knee kick down From above A swinging knee …

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Flood Monologue

You never discussed the stream and no doubt the stream didn’t want your discourse (its own merry way) but now that you live by the stream a mosquito has come up the bank and bitten you, and the stream is …

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I Spilled My Story

                                                       a raft plunged …             picadored green people tethered to years wend their way, squawking about an adventure without a conch, conversation you could swim in, also magnify …                                     bubbles … well-warped logicians … ionised passages             a deep-freeze refrigerates escapades and …

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