15 November 2008
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November, 90 minutes after sunset, 42°S
catch me in
deep sharpness
jail of light
no, jail of sense
gum leaves
are fuel and
blades
but don’t scarify
that deep itch remains
the view from the patio
(I mean
the flight deck)
is something to
contemplate
while I turn
this barbecue
which is neither
my flesh now
nor
yours