for
Michael
A
fearless card-player
bleeds
his
furacious jonquils
his
dead horse
in
the Warrego River
dada’d
with bloodied tenants.
He
whistles prophetic rebuke and excessively petitions dead-wind circles
loses
interest in the offensive pleasure and
bites
honest faith.
Next
door September sails
past
religion,
Malaysian trees and a
self-polluting Englishman
to
a French drifter.
The
card-player found betrayal
in
the sticky red disease outside an Israeli house
a
clash between a fallen world
a
sinful aboriginal and a boat storm
angers
his poetry
This
is where he weaves into joggle mode
and
buys healing plants
Besides
his enormous unfaithful hormones
he
shoots into her cabin and unfolds true love-images excessively /
gradually
the
water level drops
&
rises
November
flowers decay
like
yellowing ideas
on the ground
The
card-player nestles
his
head between other people’s loneliness
his
incredulous laughter revolutionises the French sky.
Martha Landman writes in North Queensland, Australia. Her most recent work has appeared in Jellyfish Whispers.
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