By | 31 October 2021

—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).

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