I thought I knew
my place in the world...
Ethics
takes a nap...
You who laugh at poetry and shy from anarchy,
claiming logic while lurking in shadows...
1...
Sheared. His milkflower skin did nothing more than...
Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...
It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...
I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...
White feathers, whisky and the sound of heaven,
Bluebirds, silk and cheap perfume...
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Teetering, a leg...
Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...
My body is a temple,
A shrine in tune with nature...
If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest...