Illawarra Family Tree Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Come out Miss Mary, come outand feel the rain.”Red earth under his nailsdrops like tears on his dirty shirt.All the fields open to the sky. Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Will you dance?” as he hums a tunehair over his eyes,and disused laughterrising from her throat.Nails… Continue reading Illawarra Family Tree
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Wittischisms
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Ugly Truth
Ugly Truth Tonight I got drunk alone in my bed because you thought it would be right to not talk to me So I swayed on pillows and pissed in dark bathrooms and got pissed and was pissed at myself for getting drunk not being enough Or being too much or being me I shot… Continue reading Ugly Truth
On The Kiss of Wind #2
On the Kiss of Wind #2 By the time he gets to Turnpike Lane his eyes are drooping the back and forth of rails turning all his y’s into g’s stale air for stale thoughts and somewhere up there kissed by wind she sleeps bamboo chimes singing his lullaby whispering... -Well, that’s for her ear. Run… Continue reading On The Kiss of Wind #2
In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am
In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am for promising myself I wouldn’t let anyone in convincing myself I was strong enough to break hearts to build walls around parts of my own bare faced lies in a mirror same old childish sighs believing that I was not soft nor gentle and placid not malleable,… Continue reading In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am
I Will Write An Ode To Her Tight Jeans
I Will Write an Ode to Her Tight Jeans This is an artists sketch, surely all perfect lines this is millimetre thin against your skin, exquisite this is fine sculpted stone marble sharp, this is a denim tight curve alighting. This is my poem to your arse in those jeans, this is art for the… Continue reading I Will Write An Ode To Her Tight Jeans
Michael Burrows 