For once I'll tell the truth:
Dubbo, drunk on beer,
I looked into the gum,
killed ants,
thought of Ellis.
Heard Malcolm lie.
Shorten tell a joke.
ABC Crackle.
It's like swimming in dirt, Bob.
Beneath your eloquent
regretful sky.
Dr Merilyn Childs' poetry archive. Here I plan to publish poetry I've written during the past 30 years, and as I write more. Also...please visit me at merilynchilds.com
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
in vein
I've looked for lines
Yet: alight. It puzzles me.
Somehow, like living a synonym.
between there and here
and failed.
even my blood bears no resemblance.
I've broken so many rules
flakes cling to my skin til I'm blinded
(echo hours, dark and dark)
(echo hours, dark and dark)
I've lived that fucking mess.
Tided up.
Tided up.
Artefactual. Oh yes.
Yet: alight. It puzzles me.
Somehow, like living a synonym.
breathe in. hold.
breathe again.
: in vein.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
frag.ment
for Arson de Bris
you shin.e
words.
word.s & you.you.tube
such beauty.
i eat pie
bumblehumble crumbs
re.calling_it's you
with he/art &
a world in need/heed
of such soaring
you shin.e
words.
word.s & you.you.tube
such beauty.
i eat pie
bumblehumble crumbs
re.calling_it's you
with he/art &
a world in need/heed
of such soaring
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