Sam Langer


POEM

in youth slid dragons      into kilns
where was the heathen, copying across the fence?
each line is an independent little schoolboy
‘smoking’ all the way to the platform

my childhoot hid bridish atmosphere
the skater chocked on glass at large
apple vendors ply the curly line
between 2 kopecks in my hand, the lens


satan



Apex



& surrender to it



POEM

Our youth, of bricks, what were
you thinking Ben Jonson?

we love you anyway, cordial
off a red plate on the bricks
on the wall the child’s knee opens

an adult he pats animals back


POEM




Sam Langer was born in February 1983 and then finished a B.A. in May 2007. His poems have appeared in Otoliths, The Age (Melbourne), Overland, Arena, The Sun Herald (Sydney), 543, and Steamer, of which he is the founding editor; among other places.
 
 
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