Dendrobates
tetanise the tranquil as it sits on the arm-rest of your arm-chair
catch the sparrow again indoors wait for the hot spring to emerge
from the granite rocks tap the indurate gall bladder and thank
heavens you have strength enough to haul your torso onto a tram
tetanise autumn elms since the white gums are still bushy in exaltation
catch the young siblings sit them on the arm-rest and switch the lamp on
from the granite rocks trickles the incipient spring boil some eggs, there
heavens make a lounge room a jungle and at least then poison is discoverable
tetanise the blood in the eggs soup is made yellow blossoms for guests
catch the taxi as it arrives indoors it could take you to Macedon if your
heavens had time but there is none so, make a house boat ahead the shadow
tetanise the shadow until choreic in that rib cage sit the convulsive siblings
Corey Wakeling is a writer living in Melbourne. His work has appeared in Otoliths, [out of nothing], Cordite, Willows Wept Review, Everyday Genius, Yomimono, Peril, Art Monthly (Australia), The Sun Herald (Sydney) and The Age (Melbourne), forthcoming in anthologies Nth Degree: writing by Australasian university writers, and The Reader: the Melbourne Emerging Writers Festival anthology. He is a prospective PhD candidate at the University of Melbourne.
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