1.
Dirt & dust cling
to abandoned adhesive
(a sticker once spoke here)
2.
Ancient gig posters,
sundrained colours ripped
like scabbed layers of skin
3.
Schoolkids escape to the city,
get into all kinds of circuitry
4.
The sushi bar radio sings,
“Let’s unrest
our babyloooooooove”
(or something)
5.
Everyone coughing up
these little pips of happiness
that crunch underfoot
6.
While you, the stay-at-home,
sleep through the heat…
bubbles of spittle
pop on your teeth
As published in Bambikino 9, November 2008.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
drowse (2006)
Posted by
Stu
on
12.9.06
Categories: Poetry, Published poems
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