for Alice
define personism you say

under the green light of Toto
but that’s men’s business

I am telling you how
it was fine being trapped that time

in your courtyard
o’night scaling the wall

of my first Fitzroy
brick in sun

makes sense
it does

the colour of a rusted boomer
the ones we don’t see anymore

see, you go on more than your nerve:
my wife with armpits of thistles

plaits like mescal
a horse of air & how to ride it

under the sign of Georgia/Frida
you stuck the great flower

(solidarity/appendage)
over your heart

the colour of a ranch
where schoolgirls will come

shadowed under the caves of their hats
drought-plaid

you wear it so lightly
my wife with the waist of dunes

head of the black cockatoo:
if you find in me

something to love