AP EWF 2019

Cordite Poetry Review

Birth-Controlled Dyke

Butter me up with hormone heresy Butter me up, butterfuck so I don’t get battered in the street consequence evaporates like dormant spiders in crumpets doubling bubbling toilet troubles two-minute eternity in a piss-fingered cubicle where our futures sweat with …

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great artesian nowhere

we live on liquified pastures on thylacine-skin print blown in from the curved backs of armchairs hung on walls in gully-dust paintings in the saturn-rings of wine glass bottoms upon the lips of drooling escarpments where sandstone sponge seeps wet-season …

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commute aka I need a haircut

convince yourself into modes of wistfulness such an al line waiting for the 8.13 listening to john talabot’s 2012 house release fIN play recurring witness to the two sticks of the bolte origins in burial imagined but more fecund & …

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Her mother thinks she’s a lesbian

Mother: those books Daughter: which ones? Mother: feminist ones Daughter: seriously? Mother: you’re feminist? Daughter: no, it’s white1 Mother: your books are about feminism Daughter: half of them are by men Mother: what about Bad Feminist Daughter: that’s Roxane Gay …

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Elegy for Solid Snake 3.1

The Siberian desert is the first shock: that it’s a desert, green, inhabited, malleable. Now there is a shot of a transport ship: we become cinematic. Talk then about consumption, thinghood itself as a battleground. We are returning to the …

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eat the rich

rich woman
 rich woman

 I will eat your t o n g u e I will eat your t o n g u e t o n g u e
 t o n g u e g u e g …

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‘Three dots, pending text.’

Three dots, pending text. My weather is all out of alignment. The housing bubble is loosing sleep, rapidly, and I’ve moved onto domesticated swamplands. The backyard is made of concrete. My weather is all out of alignment. To explore the …

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Forbid talk Hong Kong issu

Hi mate can tell you somethi- there are alot of on the 30th anniver- [picture: man against tanks] within an hour it so i printed and it went i kept putting ended up putting it takes about 5 -10 i …

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the feeling of holding a fight in your hands

there is always the question of the tackle. officially: all the contours are drawn around possession. every time the swans score at home a young-professional waves a flag for realestate.com.au. that’s not metaphor; they’re gameday partners. what’s a national league …

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New Year’s Eve in Tasmania

that summer of 2002 on the eve of the new year I was in Tasmania sipping red wine with a priest and my father in a caravan park his name (the priest’s not my father’s) was Felix, or Sebastian, something …

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Getting Nowhere

after John Cage’s A Lecture on Nothing under the fluorescent supermarket light we gaze at the bananas with our arms around each other we are not married and it’s a pleasure to stand still to not be going to a …

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For Katie West, after Clearing

when you almost catch the frog there is water underground when that tree is whistling you are feeling well, because you listen a dog eating grass might be doing better than you  renovate that child living under your roof yourself …

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Yolk Together Ruin

i in the kitchen a woman tied a knot in a plastic bag over and over to cover a hole she tore in it minutes before. an hour passed and a man came through the kitchen door into the garden …

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Current Update

broken rocks tick in us brocken rock-tics in us and out us and around us and picture the light to us the pills, pils of a light hammering onto the mould inside us. how can i still be slinking around …

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VULTURE PHANTASY

rocky headland of a bright live face, tender hooked throat this shaggy down these talons this crown of more or less erect feathers this address taut like a laundry line between substance and medium, trying to remember a poem you …

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skullcrushing

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Yawning / cologne

A “home game” helps to lose you – some of my emotions all lopsided in your room like Brecht, turning upward,

To grow a hill in your apocryphal scene – only make tones around me Let loose an ex boyfriend, a …

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Tantrum in a Supermarket

     I’m somewhere pathetic when I finally crack like I’m at Laserforce or I’m patting a stranger’s dog or I’ve wandered into a vape shop by accident or I’m in the laundry items aisle      I crack and the crack goes right …

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Crow

Wild as a black Darug crow She is lead on a chain. Behind a horse, arse in her face 
black tail, flies flicking
 The man shouts, his eyes on her breast. Ragged white fella dress 
Handed a tin pannikin of …

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These are the things I say

soon it will be time to turn off the TV, to make you piss and brush your teeth

 to have an argument about getting dressed, which is an argument I have with my mother about the slingshot of ageing and …

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