4.3.20
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two poems
a little domestic
or
pest control exegesis
unresolved conflict is the motor of plot
none better than if eternal
as demonstrated on the billboard
with the rat and the roach
in a face-off
after the Buckett’s Way
just past the nine mile
north of the Terrace
paddock from drought and fires not far
lush now autumn rains
road rolled all the while
they’re at each other
implacable
as if the unsayable
had just been said
meaning
from our point of view
the rats’ll look after your cockies
or
it won’t matter who we send
in the end
the roaches will prevail
mind the gap
open and shut
zero one
between these languages
or just our tongues
from adulation to excitement
living where the clock has stopped
arousal and the last bloke stroke
between the thousand rubs
ten thousand
take care
there may be others there
it’s every word between
numbers and letters
sentence and execution
be mindful of
the trapdoor fall
the tick and tock
weather always in between
an unavoidable delay
but doors will close
mid conversation
between the master and the slave
death and the disease goes on
moment to moment
be wary of the knowing and not
wake to always and after
where the spark has flown
do you see a way from there?
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