#417 - hanging day

 

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417

2.48

hanging day

third lockdown in Victoria

ox year now

 

let in

 

headspun and shone with

from my own maze and bloom

 

an art at tether’s end

and will it break?

release?

 

often easier to scribble

than trick words to light

 

yet musics a plural

(and no apostrophe)

a dizzily through first

find handkerchief page you were at

 

rooibos topped up

crossing out here

and February! in socks!

 

it’s the actual again

count myself in esperanto

(plague year affectation

I stick with)

 

third time’s the spell

 

blown grasses wave breezes

come ivy downslope

 

close in my own

the house crossed out

who is under the breath to tell?

 

I have the plans for nowhere

colour in

make what will be the map

and blot

 

some untribed past of guess me there

dreamt our bed was taken over

 

headspun and shone with

soak up the error of days

 

leaf blowers mar the morning

begin in rubble

sectioned clay

 

let a train in the window

later run a bath

 

shake fists together to win

gong xi fa cai

 

poor bloody Melbourne

 

music to the movie

showers along the coast