canberra
raining & the flight was shit / in the sticks

somewhere off majura avenue (dickson) 19:39  0646

abstract & bearded hovering on a twelve foot

cushion of evil / a still from eisenstein's ivan

the terrible, mutation of reading or action in two

parts.  early blur of delight, all radioed & human

squawking a row of nameless trees / punctual cloud

swings left onto limestone hunched & rattling, absence

of names he is curled now & breathes through a tube /

attendants measure his piss, milk it into a bag &

store for later reference.  said it was okay he camped &

weaved his funereal track / emu park, ogmore, lakes

creek (iced & dealing with horses) proper defences

are wooden & buried in earth.  read hart crane (again).

read it aloud in the voice of a woman / only got as far

as ?´surrender'.  this city, this great & secret invention

bleak experiment of rooms (death) astounding scrawl of

hair & sunnies / sixty minutes in ash with friends its

flashlights bamboo & giggles / benares or equal dark.

nothing matters.  swamp birds dribble & bloat, pilgrims

bob & piss / tabla & skulls / the living dirt in his mouth.

only living brother lost to art & buddhist end-games

the clever panel discuss her artefact collection style:

snipping his hair into a make-up bag or purse, galactic

themed with room for toenails.  everything is cut & bagged

& stored downstairs / concrete tubs / the single bulb

of thought, he turns & smiles like a thunderbird

shovels chook food down a tea-stained hole.

in all my dreams the idiot baby with eternal crooked

grin / the story by candle light twisted downward so!

the roll of the drum & hotel in uproar, wilfred owen's

blood-shod barefoot dead, plunging incurably in haunted

latin finale.  a little cup of grease that never left his

fingers, upstairs cracked & home / the curtained box (relief).

strange black birds cry from low branches, replacement

birds, the unsettling intersection of transparency & death /

distant bank or silent threat.  my father as aguirre slaps

the horse and stares, sinking slowly / ?´mexico was no

illusion' / the invention of fear finds a place in his neck,

whistling & fashioned by unseen dwarven attackers.

always raining, falling into water / choking tastes like

broken lungs / wind in canberra, night.  knocks down trees

with words with skin / crude assemblies of metal & wood he

curls in shell & august / cage of eyes the chinese burn of

his throat.  black birds hop & fan & unknown morning / red

or north / & feels like winter.