Some early crush queues in tents
towards Civic though evan
hosts an audience of millions
from his mother’s living-room –
lounges about, still half out-of-it
pressing sandwiches between Hits.
The table figured, refigured
So much for the fireworks…
the betrayal’s mutual; everyone’s
Happy. if we could tell the jerseys apart —
no literally, sworn wager, disabuse and apologize.
You’re unexpected presence
didn’t-see-it window. THUMP.
take the: appeasement ale.
toast the: mortgage.
Late by the single-aisle continent
and emporium for your paraphilia
the music’s in the eaves —
snakes fail as effigies.
photogenic (dish) or
any fumble. turns heads.
Chris Brown lives in Newcastle, Australia. He is working on hotel universo, a book of poetry.