Tim Wright


zone two


à
la
fin
tu
es
las
de
ce
monde
ancien
echo across the plains of outer melbourne

IKEA
distinct through floor-to-ceiling glass
and kilometres of air
the old escalators
replaced by stairs
and suicide nets

— fifteen years earlier
a slumped first-year
vomits on himself
and around himself
on the train platform

and the carriages straighten out along lines
sometimes kinking
to the side sometimes
hauled through half-asleep
the klangfarbenmelodie
of level crossings.




Tim Wright has done time at a number of suburban university campuses.
 
 
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