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Autumnal Infinity
Edging the night
Obsidian silence
Hot with hush
Solitude and I are long-time lovers
Forget that fact
Savour this sweet second
Autumn ignoring infinity
The hoarse whisper of sea throwing itself at sand
Air chewing the hollow flute
Of my trunk, a blackened slash
A mountain of ash,
Still burning
Remembering snow
From five winters ago.
Magickat
your tongue is a cat catching
itself in a mirror
scratching
in inner intervals
a tiny tiger
praying for prey
in place of peace
pacing
playing at placing
a piece piercing
pleasure please
your heart’s here hearing
hearth and hurt hurtling on
on onyx wings
swing westwards
wings
swinging and singing
of swans swimming
your heart is a tiger cat
your car is a hurtling death trap
your house is a hire
a high mire on fire
your chords are cords
you cut your curt curdling
meow yowling
of how howling horses
want out
out
out
all our outs
sharp shards of your claws
shredding icey floes
back in your forwardness
leaping for every shadow box
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(Darug) Ngura
If every hill
of every land was cleared
of timber,
as they would call the
Forests
and every grassland derived therefrom
turned into new fortresses
of rock from other lands
tumbled fossils and old volcanic dandruff
turned into these new caves
would we begin to worship the old beings
of Leaf and Limb,
Bark and Branch
purely for their rarity?
If every tangled family
of Mineral and Vegetable
each oikos assembled out of want for
order
food
safety
appeared to you in all their glory,
burning and not consumed
Would you be reborn with each of them?
Bone
Stone
scarcity making sanctity
Kamilaroi Calling
I ran towards space and filled it
With noises of escape
Excuses, excuses
The swelling volume of excess
Carnival squeaks of consternation
Betrayal
Until a storm I called for
Broke the silence with myself
One electric round of applause
You made us
As much as we
Hail
Air sky cracking clay
It’s the lines that make the shape
The eons of echoing void,
The godless seasons
And yearning, the amplification
That makes a voice divine.
Do you read me? Do you copy?
Who owns the internet? Who owns an idea?
May you know the true worth of these words.
They who have ears to hear, let them hear.
Body Text
Before temples there were groves
Before groves
No dressed stone. Are you listening?
Just cruising the headings
There’s an ocean leak like energy tide
Before cops and robbers,
Before baseline
There’s a king cockatoo flying roundabouts
A koala court
A vacant niche
Not so. One is always none is never done
But the pulse, quick-stepping
Change your beat, heart
Not too late to restart
Between action is retraction,
Dissatisfaction,
You never come when I call
You’re never away
A pilot auto,
Flying towards stars.
Like a child
You re-enter the gates to confusion
The tangled, unapologetic paths
Through synapse and sensation
Was honesty ever a true friend?
Like a fox, unhurried nosing
Through spent pleasures
Recreating your dusks and dawns
By the light of fluttering eyelids
Angels at your back
Circumspection bows your shoulders
Nobility has no place in this mosaic
Shrike-thrushes advertise their husky repertoires
Until the indigo bushes nod and the night-moths emerge
You are not a queen, or even a king
But there is joy in the wind existing
Caught in your waiting ears.
The air in heat
Reduces this matter
This once living, grown dead
Into bone-coloured powder
Into black chalk
Fragrant clouds
That tar everyone’s lungs
This once occasional
Necessity we stumbled upon
Night spotted with the marsh frog
Building future selves from staccato backhands
Filling the gaps in our speech
Once as hasty with replies as yours
Cool air for a summer night
Normal for a season within a cycle
Hot breaths that burnt up the last year
It all comes back
A fire ecologist said
He’d seen, high intensity or low
Same assemblage at climax
The only difference is time
Do you gift yourself the space
To engulf that reaction
On the inhale, do you give thanks
The exothermic removal
The liberation of all that potential
Upstream
Backwards tide
The moon makes you beautiful but I will not stare
Caught by your glamour for long enough
Skin prickles thinking of your resistance
To being swept off rocks
The day I sought clarity,
Away from you
I made vows before ours
I should have believed before
I broke my skin against your walls,
Too many times
Climbed up from my grave,
Grabbing at ledges to escape
We were always going to want
We ascended together. Whatever people say
Whatever you tell yourself in the silent hours
We were the home each of us needed
For a time,
Before our routes diverged.
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