Poetry

Benny B

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Funny to imagine you living in NZ and australia where time has stood still - Jimi Hendrix, the doors grunge. A bit that corny that first poem in the article but I really like this bit

They come back
from illegal drag wrecks on the back roads of Papakura,
from nooses in wardrobes in flats on Symonds St,

from overdoses in dingy Kings Cross basements ⎯
ambling down wind-scoured avenues with school bags
and six packs and flagons of rough red wine [viii]


Have to go to bed now but I'll read the rest tomorrow.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
One morning in Devon
I found a dead mole
with the dew still beading it.
I had thought the mole

a big-boned coulter
but there it was
small and cold
as the thick of a chisel.

I was told ‘Blow,
blow back the fur on his head.
Those little points
were the eyes.

And feel the shoulders.’
I touched small distant Pennines,
a pelt of grass and grain
running south.
 
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