the broken wings   of spent birds, flying until overweight 
with pollution  & a closing sky                      
                              th broken promises      that saw a short, 
dry cleaned       pedestrian questioning his small existence     
                                                                                           only later, 
                                                                a reduction in  afternoon             
                              the broken child   confused in a   mix 
master of red-brick dust   & mother's [underrated] cooking      

                                                                                             th broken voices 
beside an unused lake, the view beautiful to the unharmed eye   

the broken  package of blunt genetials re-inventing themselves 
as consumable Art & 
god          
                  the broken radiator          flung hard against conversations 
about   the Whitlam years, uranium  toothpaste,                 closed 
insomnia & other                                                        forgotten miscarriages         
                              the broken sound of two mountains banging 
together in the middle of Israel & indifferent prophets  
                                                                                       th broken narrative 
homogenised in a plastic wrapping of expectant public hygiene 
and lack      of attention to the word:   nature   
                              th broken fences keeping the small distance 
b/w my first masturbation   & the bible   sticking against my skin

the broken fridge door         slammed after a morning walk into 
the stick forest                              once known as everything            
th broken geography                           of slow unremoveable breast 
cancer and my dead mother                              wanting to die            
the broken flesh that surrounds the boundaries of my flannelette 
                                                                                                             pyjamas                    

                                                                                                      the broken sibling 
hiding under a carcass pillow of                    heroin like a swollen bedsheet
the broken verse submerged in an unfathomable blue  sea of multinationals, 
nameless thirst & hunger          

th  broken ideal begun in front of 200 white skinned males without any    
                                                                                hint of  revolution        

                                     the broken light seen 
catching a passenger train, moving across my suburban paths, and finally 
resting, illuminated like a yellow scrapbook            
th broken furniture                                                                    wanting a smaller room

the broken toy borrowed a thousand times 
without                                  repair, tin eyes                                   and a considerable skin                   
                                  the broken poem  
like a na??òve pilgrim entering  a neighbourhood milk-bar only to see his 
own image  tattooed on a cigarette packet                 
                                                                               the broken man found 
nailed between the naked walls                             of his own white bread sandwich

the broken dreams                                                      & dream.           

                                                                            this sticky tape life.