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Michael Farrell


human beeswax


begin with a mismatched duo. (‘stepped ... church’.) would i ring

to say i disagree? but i never

saw how it

was formed ... humour as a train; anoth-

er unseen [sensitive patriarch] movie ive heard of ... also, the barn dance:

half of them could not ‘get quizzic-

al’. the archangel figurine looks violent. whats so

distinct about your emot-

ions? he goes back to the checkout:

hes stony, not wanting to talk
AS SUBURBAN SPACES HAVE PINK & BLUE CHALK
about the situation hes

created. fifteen minutes, bett-

er spent than at the river drowning bait (eating flowery

honey cake).



the thorn with the boy in its side


this must be another colony, but one where they still


grow

lavender ... see the airplane parts & whalebone?
HAVENT THE MINUTES FLOWN
i tried your dream gener-

ating couch

& things are abstracter

with my

collective than ever. (weve come
ADMITTEDLY OUR BASE IS RUM
to no conclusion.) 'crumpled ... nose.' adverbial interleavings. '& when'

forced

its relation, presence. theres nothing

that needs remember-
INFER
ing buts here in cursive script (why look

around? ... because of

persons in the night: eating soft bread & soothing the
     dead).

outside, words
WHATRE YOUR OPTIONS TELL ME WHATRE YOUR PREFERREDS
form; sight & sound

conflict. pollutions just doing its best
MOTHERS MAKING THEIR CHILD FEEL BLESSED
to get by. i saw a mob of pollution

once in a clearing, lying

in wait, for the lake to
A PROBLEM IN THE PAPER YOU MIGHT LIKE TO UNDO
turn its transmitters

off; but pollution hasnt

the patience of old-

school predators. the rumbling threat of

water boiling

dissipates. everything made

from cane – '[tul-
EVERYTHING ANYTHING CAN BE FUEL
ips]' from mandelstam: not an ungrieving

im-

age. because of

the tv, because of ... is

it (inconsistent) thinking or composition? youve got to draw a
     'line' somewhere

it might as well be here: there, put the zipper here.



strummertime blues


wake up maggie.

& if i should fall (bark sarc-

asm) where the storage ends: black & white check. magenta
     leather

(puce leather). ‘saint’ monica, prot-

ector-harasser of the

unt-

idy.

moods key. under way, the

welcome was

warm. someone possibly unborn, has lucked out.
NO GOUT
‘its thirty a.m. & ...’ pieces, thermoses

of coffee,

rouged cheeks of yonder

damon albarn look-

alike. a

dirt pink possibil-

ity; a cap for his arse.

the night stretched out like a road, bodes.



Michael Farrell has published 3 books: ode ode (Salt), a raiders guide (Giramondo) and BREAK ME OUCH (3 Deep). He is the coeditor (with Jill Jones) of Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets (Puncher and Wattmann).

 
 
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1 Comments:

Blogger Raymond Farr said...

Michael, in my opinion, these poems surpass all yr others. These are a direct line to the poetry gods! Terrific stuff!

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