it’s a dangerous light near the surface. is-
lands. drawn out silence. and like sails in my hands.
prints finger across the brown disconnect of sinew
his boldness saliva in fencepost diatribe, measure
these habits. frail spring afternoon. does not meet
my eyes. gnarled. netted with shadows. a mess of
negative procession, a progression of drive-thru
meaning. droplets on geraldton wax (chamelaucium)
ripples. the ebb, forecast of loss. using my
own words. hands twitching the jetsam. Verticals
dictionaries of selfish omelettes, n braised garlic
spring onion peeled, sliced like northbridge blue lights
surrendered to smart haze. a meniscus of
thought. perfect trajectory. but losing North.
or other crude points of map; sometimes creased
pages – mandurah sense-makers - 3am mud, sand
the Sound remembers. the mouth is the eyes. cut
the sea from the beach. squinting against. lingers.
n that shit breaches all the novels, the dead poetry,
n hip-hop without rhyme – or reality thesaurus, calm
stumps of jetty, reminders. fat matchsticks. flot-
sam of seens. neap. scent of dried weed. gap between
uniforms, unspoken dialogue, swan river stroll, whoever
does that anyway, north in the eve – we can only recognise ideas
sensation and sense. haphazard paint strokes. then
shirrs. near the skin surface, like doubt. Dangerous
can’t spell reason, or past sentences, if only we could
speak in song, and lie on grass river edge. comfor.t