AUSTRALIA

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fan

your blue linoleum
shines
with tears

all day
your fan
whirls on a long stick

you have nailed
Truman Capote
to your outhouse wall

your white dress
is spotted
with blood

you glide down
the long hall
through the courtyard
past a thorned lemon tree
wild majoram in a broken pot
blood red sticks
of rhubarb

your white dress
is spotted
with blood

the light shines
between the cracks
in your
outhouse

conceit
(for doug poole)

what a wonderful conceit
she cried
from white lips
as the black car
sped past
high desiccated windows
brick shops

bound close
on leather seats
they held education
between them
like a cancerous cake
candles
piercing
the icing

the one
without education
felt the floor
beneath her feet
too near the road

she had touched
leather bound
books

pink melon

we eat pink melon
some people – i say –
have
king size
beds
their pillows
thick
over souls
smother

an ordinary double
bed
is big enough
for me
you say
your feet
sticking
out
6 inches

love

each day
i wash
your clothes
your hard
black socks

your white linen
shirts
slide
through my
hands

your under pants
are
still
blown up
with
your
shape

each day
i
stand
cold
before spurting
taps

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