27: EXPERIENCE

Poetry guest edited by David Prater




Taking an Oath

Who wouldn't admire a man more discreet than opium imported from Egypt, how it always leaves a note on the pillow where dreams escape the sad woman wandering like the ghost of an insomniac with a torch in her hand. …

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The Dream Temple Of Kos

The story of Hippocrates is shrouded in uncertainty despite these facts. He trained as a physician in the Dream Temple of Kos. This was back when Apollo and Panaceia watched Hippocrates observe the sick and injured. He knew his humours …

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Late-night Recordings

The fog settles in like your mother-in-law but not even her mouth can drown out the revving of the engines. High octane scream. Tires burn out just before the rain pours. Our shadows are black and they cast out long. …

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Recollections of a Geriatric Gigolo

He'd need the busy arms of an octopus, the lapping tongue of an anteater, the endurance of a trudging camel living off its hump, and the iron will of a bighorn ram hammering for hours at rival suitors, he'd need …

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Sweet Goodnights

From the taxi your head spills Followed by your stomach I wait, my eyes skirting Reading the watchful night Broth mist breathing, descending You pull up, groan, your wild eye happy enough Now that you're fixed to an address The …

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Motion

The paint has stuck on A swollen smile And then you smile Your teeth glow sticks in your ashen chimney mouth And you clearly say what you need Which is a shock as you smile again The fumes rolling across …

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if you kill someone bring them back to life

'theres a riot going on: quick throw away your ciggies, & leave your house, in the wrong place; breathe & drink water &-if necessary-the milk, lie on a sunny riverbank. though you may seem useless ignoring the rubbish floating by …

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the deer inside itself

inside a brown name along an objective spine the self of a deer holds like data like a sheaf of sugarcane-as if? still being put together by science. thats you looking in, seeing yourself, then trying to brush yourself away …

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Jetty

Boats lie dead on the horizon as seabirds Wheel through pallid skies and squid Work the seagrass under the wooden jetty Where fishermen with hangovers gaze Through bottle green waters at their lives And late-night disputes with wives Over undone …

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Mock Eden

People line up in fine afternoon sunlight outside the Shatin cinema for the movie Armageddon. In the same shopping complex I've stumbled across an exhibition of winning entries from the '1998 Art Competition for People with Mental Handicap'. Poon Tai …

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The Searcher

I saw the same young woman twice in walking boots hefting a backpack as if on some wilderness hike but she was in the suburbs with map and compass two days running I noticed her she didn't look at me …

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Factory Boys

White overalls, rubber boots and a hairnet a red surname sewn into the chest pocket – I was ready. To sacrifice sunlight for the punishing noise of steel clanging on steel, revolving guillotine blades carving lengths of cheese the pressure …

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