Poorloin
Holding court with roman candles
my sinking conspirators levelling alienated pause to pause.
Douglas fir and mottled fig
forgiving damp nettled mattress
There are words that I can so comfortably write but cannot say
Exalted, stewed,
After every seventh flame a stinging white light, the match struck on bone
tended
plugging digested mineral with morning-wet fiber.
Outgoing tides of Waihi threading cochlear, ringing and chalky
sud stones
trailing across luminescent sand,
densely packed
toasted grist.
soaked and crumpled, tissue paper underwear
damp flayed
taught on the flat stone to sun-dry.
Hurried solitude of wide gums,
exalted to the violet caws
of pushing outward.
Blind silence of the deep
sink a constipated pit.
Crust sifted to condensation
oil-slick.
tiny white helical colon
one million teething in radiant-
heat.
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For second Rountable Reading- 'Water'
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