—for Kris Hemensley
Thought of the line

                                  the stops & starts

to the city—

                      Blackburn’s riff

on stations

           his “Coney Island of the mind

to the Coney

Island of the flesh”

                        a signal flicker

for signal fault

                   right here

right now

       in Lara town, the song, the singing’s

belated pulse—scoria        thistle

            You Yangs       Day’s eye

Hold tight—

NOTE: Quoted passage—“Coney Island of the mind/to the Coney/Island of the

flesh”—from “Clickety-Clack”, The Collected Poems of Paul Blackburn (Persea

Lamplighter: 1984).