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I Sat Beside A Dead Fox

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I Sat Beside A Dead Fox

river. gold
liquidcopper sheen & skypulp
mashed upon fatrocked banks 
refracted beams;
reflections.
The kid squeal.
The rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid arm-sigh tooing, no fro. Yes, 
the 20th century is over,
and the "Water-Noodle" 
has arrived.

Time works different out here.

The national spine
doesn't belong
to a book. No. Hold land
in check,
meaty planes 
sewed onto bone.

Through the
geothermal corridors
where karadji's file into rooms
discussing the hunt

laymen like me
listen in
on dragonfly wings.

Cherubs 
land.... "Mum, you're an old fart!"
snorty laughs
splashy goodness
erections stay
low. Kookaburras 
slot into. Their laugh 
lingers like a
splinter in my throat

and I don't follow.

Family's an ascending arc
orbiting 
this chubby orphan
(he is all sickle,
shaped like a question mark.)

Re-arrangements.
"I want to see if the wombat's home!"
He's a dad alright, his salt 'n' pepper laugh more convincing
than George Clooney. Paper grows inside us
in wet reams.

It's all an odd proud thing, this lick of space.

The noise retreats, my heady sight dangles. Dizzy
eyeball flesh in quicksand vaguely mired. 
A bordered scene:
a symmety of Mates bathing in
coy homophobia
their gargantuan cocks
reaching so far 
to touch each other! Forbidden
to break the old pattern.

This goldpan face persists. Is life a Saturation?
Moist is good I like moist. Hairline dwellers
polite oracles.
My feet naked next 
to cigarette butts & weed
the tethering of a slight libido
a moist amulet hangs like a beard;
sophisticated mist from the muddy cauldron.

Copyright. 2009.

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  1. Date: 11/20/2009 12:56:00 AM
    Amazing work, you have a unique style. A great asset to PS...Raul

  1. Date: 11/17/2009 1:10:00 PM
    Is life a Saturation?im still thinking about the answer to this wise question,thia wise poem,mixed with many different feelings,thoughts to ponder about too..Still thinking..love your writes Jim--Charma

  1. Date: 11/16/2009 2:59:00 PM
    There's a mixture of poetic realism that seems grounded to your real life. There's also a mixture of creative imagination too. Your talent exceeds what is considered to be the norm, I can feel that in this poem. Some is above my head but I like that for it makes it all the more captivating of a read. Keep writing and I'll keep reading. Thanks for sharing. Love Light Patty

  1. Date: 11/15/2009 4:18:00 PM
    very odd yet somehow endearing?"a symmety of Mates bathing" symmetry ;) Light & Love