Lucas Smith
White Butterflies
Yes I know what white butterflies mean
but can we be ordered about this
and conduct ourselves
in moderation with all things
up to and including moderation
bishop's hats right now on tele
look like come to think of it
white butterflies and don't you think
naipaul used them to such eerie effect
at the end of a bend in the river
that book is imperialist
or he is, or something terrible
which is what white butterflies mean,
death, actually, though
here watching the kids
across the road biking with surfboards
after school to the beach
and white butterflies cornering
in the corner of my eyes
on the last shirtless day of summer
though here conduct ourselves
and let's best not be clever.
Monies
christ took monashes from
badiou book hiding place
but bank is closed for labour day
and he feels fleeing king slouching town
jason sold silver us kennedys
for four more monashes
george bass appears on banknotes
in carmel's corinella dream
but the dealer won't be back in town
till next financial year.
keep anything with george v it will
be valuable soon christ advises at inlet pub
transfer monies, hide what is caesar's
from caesar—time, freedom
monies is time, freedom
monies feeds itself with monies
and monash goes bank on bookshelf
Lucas Smith is a writer from California and the Gippsland region of Victoria. His poetry has appeared in Cordite, Curator, The American Aesthetic, Cadaverine and is forthcoming in El Portal.
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White Butterflies
Yes I know what white butterflies mean
but can we be ordered about this
and conduct ourselves
in moderation with all things
up to and including moderation
bishop's hats right now on tele
look like come to think of it
white butterflies and don't you think
naipaul used them to such eerie effect
at the end of a bend in the river
that book is imperialist
or he is, or something terrible
which is what white butterflies mean,
death, actually, though
here watching the kids
across the road biking with surfboards
after school to the beach
and white butterflies cornering
in the corner of my eyes
on the last shirtless day of summer
though here conduct ourselves
and let's best not be clever.
Monies
christ took monashes from
badiou book hiding place
but bank is closed for labour day
and he feels fleeing king slouching town
jason sold silver us kennedys
for four more monashes
george bass appears on banknotes
in carmel's corinella dream
but the dealer won't be back in town
till next financial year.
keep anything with george v it will
be valuable soon christ advises at inlet pub
transfer monies, hide what is caesar's
from caesar—time, freedom
monies is time, freedom
monies feeds itself with monies
and monash goes bank on bookshelf
Lucas Smith is a writer from California and the Gippsland region of Victoria. His poetry has appeared in Cordite, Curator, The American Aesthetic, Cadaverine and is forthcoming in El Portal.
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