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JESUS SAVES     AT THE WALES
WHO ARE YOU IF YOU’RE NOT?
CREAMINESS CONTROLS YOU

OR YOU CONTROL THE CREAMINESS
screaming without words

she runs through the tunnel

straight at them

shock     opening like flowers

on the faces of the oncoming

motorists

her purple dress is ripped

to the waist so it has

become skirt only

her bare round creamy breasts

assault the pity

& the rapist

behind the many

masks of ‘motorist’

her face is contorted in

the scream     everything

in her life is concentrated

behind it
she is either stoned out of her mind

just raped

so hopeless in her life

that whatever happens

will be better

drivers make

stories up

to fit some fiction

to the picture
it is 12 o’clock noon     tube

white fluorescent

inside the road tunnel

she is running on

into the citybound traffic

cars part noiselessly

around her     the traffic

streams into the city &

her bare feet & bare

breasts & scream

continue outwards towards

rushcutters bay & later

on to rose

bay if she makes it
drivers leaving the tunnel

blink at the sunlight

her image is off

their eyes     but she is running

inside them as they enter

the city

all day they wonder

did somebody

rape her? again?

did she find

shelter?
her feet were busted

by the road – they were

bleeding

did some christ-of-the-tunnel

get     out of his car

& kiss & wash her feet? risking

causing a chain

of deaths

to do so?
she is gone… going home

through the tunnel

drivers see

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WHO ARE YOU IF YOU’RE NOT

MY GREAT AUNT FANNY
a female

       form

              its flesh & rags

in fragments

              sea-sucked

purple

              is fished

out of the

              gap-

wash by the calm

voice-of-the-evening-news

              a fortnight later