8 November 2017

spring canto

 

the spring whirled in

on a hot hung day

as I wrote into google

beach

 

across the town, flowered skirts were lifting

from dusty dressers, swishing

Sydney!

 

the floor was stained

with liquor and eggs

and I was in the legs

of the girl Iā€™m loving

 

someone puked

in the bathroom sink

and the chunks distilled

like old tomato skins

 

did somebody take the garbage out?

yes,

at 4am it was taken

before the rubbish truck rolled on in

and drove off

with a loadful of sorrows