down from postcard mountains
he gives me   the Abyssian flag
the cities   copulating rhythm  s
(vulture wings husk in the dry air),
scavenger fish  on a  black water
rubbish heap to the   sand flies
in Spanish sunlight   doodling
pensive lemurs  in the junk-sick
morning, Only the laughing bones
remain, floating in their frock coats,
bugs under   they  skin the  fires
slow cold  out of iron lungs  bullets
in an aquarium    of   Etruscan
sky … Doctoring was in my blood.
Blue Grass…  Lee’s   neck
shatter  s  in liquid relief
Across the dewy grass, trundling barefoot, the silver pillows
It Was From The U.S.
Going from brown to blonde, you have
to make sure that the jacket fits, that it’s
enabled in Google Chrome, and is perfect
ly elastic. How else can chlamydia be con
tracted, earthquakes measured, & conclus
ions uttered with scorn for God and seniors?
Considering the parallelisms & savagely
multifacetious structures it delivers in the
dialect of entitlement, it will surely make
money online. I say you have to stop preying
unless you’re religious or just justifying
slavery. Thank you for filling out this survey.
It’s harder to play to tennis on the moon, but
we make do. Last week they sent a teddy bear.
Texas Fontanella is a philosophy undergraduate at the University of Sydney whose work has previously appeared in Otoliths. Amongst other things, he is working on a collection called/of Naked Lunch Poems.
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