Pam Brown


(all you can tweet)

you might call it
a mechanism but
sitting on a milk crate
under the espresso
machine it's the pipes
you're supposed to
admire     the desire
to figure the world
recedes     though
you spent ages
learning to love
french art    like
eighteenth century
painting     then
you watched
derek jarman again
derek loved a bolt
of satin mostly
deep purple
or crimson
deep purple
heavy metal
king crimson
progressive
rock bands
in derek's time
pet shop boys
in derek's heart
queer pagan punk
it's a sin on video
you can do
two hundred
& eighty
characters
& don't even
need a phone
life's more fun
when you
don't know
what the hell
you're doing
is everyone
still clubbing
lining up frisky
& furtive
in the lesbian bar
bad lovers
good fucks
under the fading
inkjet sign
blu tacked
to the old
parlour window
SPRAY TAN
NAKED TAN
TECHNO TAN
also
all so butch

Pam Brown has published many chapbooks and over fifteen full collections of poetry, most recently Missing up (2015) and Click here for what we do (2018), both from Vagabond Press. She lives on unceded Gadigal land in Alexandria, a busy suburb in the perpetually reconstructing city of Sydney.
 
 
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