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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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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