Jake Goetz
Nueve horas del sol
branches silhouette in sky’s soft grey blue     headlights of yellow and red like coloured pencils tracing the winding winter roads     two men in wind-breakers  pants and sneakers hold the day’s first warm-promise in their pockets    at their feet an imagined futbol is kicked
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in the east  factories  sand-papered houses and his first real attempt   sponging a red against cloud     an old ute full of coca-cola sits in the outskirts of the town     land spread like vegemite on bread   reaching for the furthest extremity   the child’s mouth     the window fogs   hazing perception as in a Monet     i wipe the window with the curtain     to the west the Andean foothills reveal themselves in cloud leaving only snow-capped tops     soft berets adorning Mendoza’s floating heads
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he reveals his head sudden  then shoulders  chest     orange adorned   saturated effects enhanced     he enters not knowing why  not caring  while for years we’ve enquired about his daily appointments  discontent with just a succession     his legs  his feet  his entirety now     shades of yellow and green shrubs across dry-flat plain  dilapidated houses without doors  electric wires like veins stretch  and the road     a dividing line he must cross to find the mountains
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two old men sit against a wall   their rugged packs like face above worn coats and an empty wooden crate     two black dogs assess each other in the street of shops     just passing through   he glares behind a thin blanket of white dissipating to deep blue     then rolling hills of sand     cracked earth     reggaton played on a phone     a woman sits in the shade of an olive tree while two men push a broken down Ford from the road     a phone rings  the same tone as mine back home     and home   it wasn’t a choice  this blonde hair blue eyes   to be born into a resource rich country raised by the concept of western capitalism at the hands of the exploitation and inequality of other places     but i wear this  see this in the eyes of the Argentine man staring  threatened or threatening  or my anxiety rearing up like an altschmerz     the day reverting back to the self     narcissism and pessimism     stopping     ten or so wild horses  brown  white  black  run across the road kicking up dust     he hangs completely ripe above  glares the bottom of mountains  adds shading to the distinctness of their uralt formation
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river beds dried out by systematic chance     hear ‘to stand among the ones that live in lonely indecision’     then again mountain obsessed   postcard silhouettes as he moves past Chile and into the Pacific   houses and shops appear     in fifteen minutes arriving in La Rioja
Jake Goetz is a poet from Sydney. He is currently working on a book of poems through the ASA’s mentorship program. He also works as a picture framer.
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Nueve horas del sol
branches silhouette in sky’s soft grey blue     headlights of yellow and red like coloured pencils tracing the winding winter roads     two men in wind-breakers  pants and sneakers hold the day’s first warm-promise in their pockets    at their feet an imagined futbol is kicked
*
in the east  factories  sand-papered houses and his first real attempt   sponging a red against cloud     an old ute full of coca-cola sits in the outskirts of the town     land spread like vegemite on bread   reaching for the furthest extremity   the child’s mouth     the window fogs   hazing perception as in a Monet     i wipe the window with the curtain     to the west the Andean foothills reveal themselves in cloud leaving only snow-capped tops     soft berets adorning Mendoza’s floating heads
*
he reveals his head sudden  then shoulders  chest     orange adorned   saturated effects enhanced     he enters not knowing why  not caring  while for years we’ve enquired about his daily appointments  discontent with just a succession     his legs  his feet  his entirety now     shades of yellow and green shrubs across dry-flat plain  dilapidated houses without doors  electric wires like veins stretch  and the road     a dividing line he must cross to find the mountains
*
two old men sit against a wall   their rugged packs like face above worn coats and an empty wooden crate     two black dogs assess each other in the street of shops     just passing through   he glares behind a thin blanket of white dissipating to deep blue     then rolling hills of sand     cracked earth     reggaton played on a phone     a woman sits in the shade of an olive tree while two men push a broken down Ford from the road     a phone rings  the same tone as mine back home     and home   it wasn’t a choice  this blonde hair blue eyes   to be born into a resource rich country raised by the concept of western capitalism at the hands of the exploitation and inequality of other places     but i wear this  see this in the eyes of the Argentine man staring  threatened or threatening  or my anxiety rearing up like an altschmerz     the day reverting back to the self     narcissism and pessimism     stopping     ten or so wild horses  brown  white  black  run across the road kicking up dust     he hangs completely ripe above  glares the bottom of mountains  adds shading to the distinctness of their uralt formation
*
river beds dried out by systematic chance     hear ‘to stand among the ones that live in lonely indecision’     then again mountain obsessed   postcard silhouettes as he moves past Chile and into the Pacific   houses and shops appear     in fifteen minutes arriving in La Rioja
Jake Goetz is a poet from Sydney. He is currently working on a book of poems through the ASA’s mentorship program. He also works as a picture framer.
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