Tim Wright


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in a film canister  eventually      a river system   was hatched                and went away

                                          rain credits  placed it over

           hurl rollerdoor        flower-pits      could hear knocking

long-term echelon  . . blurred year           carnarvon   

  bananas cardboard boxes             parts the plastic curtain

                  eucla rolled cleanly past  fugacious distance - -

so i splurge         running back to jump the creek                a square of talc

                        blueish  solved   factitious breeze    “guess” “what” acreage

              sunken games rooms  and sandy levels’                           deremembering wreath

                                                                                                                         phone aloft


2. 


  they   undersong

                               drinking out in front

              (a) salve

                whereupon                       (the ) high distant   hasn’t happened yet   happens

auriferous marbled traffic’s old amalgamated flume

      iterated  ab ovo chagrin                                              cuff of sky 
  
  inkless  chambers of water          mental rodentia                sediment saturnine

 dull  phlegmatic

  a hard, magnetic pillow                                        corrugated dunes

   revealed another 
 



3. 


                                       half-finished  hole-in-the-wall’s bulky remains

                                                             buried  porthole windows

                         bumping into          Sprechstimme      depleted-seeming 
 
                              ‘lager-ey’      sentiment

                                        personae   narrate

                     fleck or comma    cairns against    

                                    rainflesh       marbled 

                         across  some ‘yahoo’ dramatis          more persons      

                             congratulation-pit             grumbling     haven’t checked

                                     cold water   was poured   like   glacial tabs   a

                                        blast of paranomasia 

                                                founders                    ugh                          

Tim Wright, reader, scribbler, living in Melbourne.
 
 
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