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Megan Anderson


DEBORD’S DREAM
Temple of Dendur, Metropolitan Museum, NYC

People grin, muted
next to dead things.
Still glass on water,
water breath on glass.
(Outside, snow-white
bodies flee snow
mountains, soft


NYLON BLACK SKIRTS

Just bought coffee from
a kind-eyed doctor

Pity him dealing with suits
who never see eyes (only the time
the time the time)
and I’m outside the recruitment cave
seeking that
regular
coffee
time.

The nylon skirts are tottering
in uneven cheap heels
in the black timesheet trials
of Collins Street

black blooming flowers
in technicolour streets
of visions,
forget-me-nots

and I planted Baba Yaga two months ago
in a hot Durham breeze
on the white porch of the cigarette packaging factory.

(the child wants silver stars,
hugs a grandma made with
pixels and battery-power)


Today the nylon skirts
are out for the kill:
the wavering women
in the bully suit gangs

black suits eating blackberries
in tin-can trams, out for the game
and in for it,

hugged with love
by nylon black skirts



After a stint writing travel and fashion articles for The New Zealand Herald and studying at various universities, Megan Anderson has moved to Melbourne to work a mundane job and write.
 
 
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