Daniel John Pilkington
First Syllables
apple (red)
Baby,                   our lonely
appeals read
Babylonian –
chasing mean
desire’s               sea creator
chancing (green)
desecration.
Eat it,
forgetting           the dead
earth, bite
for getting us said –
grave &
grace                   (ample and
               even if the glances
/ glyphic
               highway streaks of
               cleanliness
/ blur
               the jars in which their brushes argue
/ order, age, thickness
               the paper bag syncopations
/ triangulating
               what none can see
               yet, they diagram
               their charcoal obsolescence
/ squeaking
/ soft
               exotic blurbs, that I might
/ torture them
               with an eyelash of divinity
/ thus
               I pretend I believe I am
               your ceiling
/ foam, the air in your red
/ heart
               to hallux, hallux to heedlessness: 20 seconds and
               I love you
/ my kimono
               opens at the chest
               like a feminine aphorism
/ my translator
               washes me in antiseptic
               joie de vivre
/ my animal
               snaps for the singularity
               the elephants singing in their graveyards
               the wolves distributing their income
               the memories of bone
               alleviating
/ mandalas
               from the imperatives of European vacations
               never
/ bin
               the attitude
               the aviators
               the avuncular Americanisms
               show me your need to evaporate
/ quote
               your anesthetists
               your fascists of the imagination
               show me
/ their feet
/ their hands
/ their swallowing
               hunger for the black fruit
/ the stone
               greener than the shadow
/ ripening
               their intestinal inferno
               with mesmeric impatience
/ my kimono
               opens at the chest
               like an evangelical agitation
/ my animal
               snaps
               entropic bliss, the moth that
/ burns
               a facsimile
               of the last Malevich icon
/ burns
               a facsimile
               of your right thumb
               as the streetlight palpitations
/ palpitate
               where my armpit spiders
               what we think is
               what we could never admit
               what we could never admit
               was
/ who it was
               who gave birth to me
Daniel John Pilkington is a poet from Melbourne. His poetry has appeared in Cordite and Unusual Work. He currently studies writing at the University of Melbourne.
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First Syllables
apple (red)
Baby,                   our lonely
appeals read
Babylonian –
chasing mean
desire’s               sea creator
chancing (green)
desecration.
Eat it,
forgetting           the dead
earth, bite
for getting us said –
grave &
grace                   (ample and
               even if the glances
/ glyphic
               highway streaks of
               cleanliness
/ blur
               the jars in which their brushes argue
/ order, age, thickness
               the paper bag syncopations
/ triangulating
               what none can see
               yet, they diagram
               their charcoal obsolescence
/ squeaking
/ soft
               exotic blurbs, that I might
/ torture them
               with an eyelash of divinity
/ thus
               I pretend I believe I am
               your ceiling
/ foam, the air in your red
/ heart
               to hallux, hallux to heedlessness: 20 seconds and
               I love you
/ my kimono
               opens at the chest
               like a feminine aphorism
/ my translator
               washes me in antiseptic
               joie de vivre
/ my animal
               snaps for the singularity
               the elephants singing in their graveyards
               the wolves distributing their income
               the memories of bone
               alleviating
/ mandalas
               from the imperatives of European vacations
               never
/ bin
               the attitude
               the aviators
               the avuncular Americanisms
               show me your need to evaporate
/ quote
               your anesthetists
               your fascists of the imagination
               show me
/ their feet
/ their hands
/ their swallowing
               hunger for the black fruit
/ the stone
               greener than the shadow
/ ripening
               their intestinal inferno
               with mesmeric impatience
/ my kimono
               opens at the chest
               like an evangelical agitation
/ my animal
               snaps
               entropic bliss, the moth that
/ burns
               a facsimile
               of the last Malevich icon
/ burns
               a facsimile
               of your right thumb
               as the streetlight palpitations
/ palpitate
               where my armpit spiders
               what we think is
               what we could never admit
               what we could never admit
               was
/ who it was
               who gave birth to me
Daniel John Pilkington is a poet from Melbourne. His poetry has appeared in Cordite and Unusual Work. He currently studies writing at the University of Melbourne.
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