Barnaby Smith
corridor of dead bandicoots
children
in the front
paddock come
to know the hour
as five
more minutes
visiting the MacLarens
or whoever
on Kings Road
while
adults oddly talk
bad visibility
so you
catch the ball
with cherished seconds
from car lights
4WDs moving
between dinners
among muzzled
beings
becoming mulch
how can they
reconstitute
as landscape
with such sneering
toothy
grimace
hypnotising
us when the footy
goes on the
road
Ballast
greeny is gay
rednecks are assholes
licks               assholes dry
not as much as green
the dune rat
the thieving dog
Barnaby Smith is a poet, journalist and musician currently living on Bundjalung land. His poetry has appeared in Cordite, Southerly, FourW, Best Australian Poems, Australian Poetry Anthology, Meniscus, Otoliths and others. His arts and music criticism has appeared in or at Rolling Stone, the Guardian, Australian Book Review, The Quietus and others, and he records music as Brigadoon.
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children
in the front
paddock come
to know the hour
as five
more minutes
visiting the MacLarens
or whoever
on Kings Road
while
adults oddly talk
bad visibility
so you
catch the ball
with cherished seconds
from car lights
4WDs moving
between dinners
among muzzled
beings
becoming mulch
how can they
reconstitute
as landscape
with such sneering
toothy
grimace
hypnotising
us when the footy
goes on the
road
Ballast
greeny is gay
rednecks are assholes
licks               assholes dry
not as much as green
the dune rat
the thieving dog
[A found poem (at eye-level, public toilets, Uralla)]
Barnaby Smith is a poet, journalist and musician currently living on Bundjalung land. His poetry has appeared in Cordite, Southerly, FourW, Best Australian Poems, Australian Poetry Anthology, Meniscus, Otoliths and others. His arts and music criticism has appeared in or at Rolling Stone, the Guardian, Australian Book Review, The Quietus and others, and he records music as Brigadoon.
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