To whoever’s happy batting I rose beyond the daydream
of Sydney Harbour considered
as a Matissedespite not having been there (and would have ‘kissed her
while she pissed’—as did Williams
—only she was walkingthe streets of Graz) I think it might have been Tendulkar
38.0: SYDNEY
Poetry Editor: Astrid LorangeReleased: 1 May 2012
Index of poems
Cover images: Vernon Ah Kee and Kim Rugg






Imagination, read: maginate. An unbelievable poem, Cameron. What is it with cricket and psychic acrobatics? See Whittock, Beckett, Pinter, Lowe.
Ha, thanks Corey: ‘Beast commence this pacemaker.’