States of Poetry NSW poems
all of the businessmen are pleased to be outside on their lunchbreak. young men looking slightly awkward in suits reminds me of a past lover and I assume I will make this association for the rest of my life. I am always more ready than the men I meet. the clock in the arcade has the inscription above it 'time conquers all'. you could live by such a maxim, I daresay.
to think the
future
I've
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on the first night
coo coo cooroo
falsetto blues singer
blinded by the hurt
coz I'm
blinded by the hurt
troubled refrain
slowly building
backing singers
it's intersubjective
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the riot marches down pour lemonade into yr filters
watch it fizz w/ the aura of philosophy
confit the poor t ...
her temper tanty's sus but your mites say sassy
's entering the pleather dome lookin'
poised w/ noose & savvy much obliged to
glorify her cunning firm & tout
its nous for oblivion
where the pert velvet diva never lets you rest
your glass head in which infinite
pools rotating w/ lust
voice toots from the comments field
dissing your angel
daze of body & soul come to a / won’t come to an
end on this / the last night of dearth
brows
Toby Fitch
Recording
A soft October morning,
adagio sostenuto. Some part
of me is still delayed
in sleep. It is one with
night, with daylight
stars, moths that fumble
at a window pane, bewildered
that this tract of sky,
like no other, will not yield.
The coffee cup, double espresso,
is deeper than it looks.
Each sip I take
a dark reaffirmation. ...