States of Poetry
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
&nb ...
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Democrazy' by Toby Fitch
the riot marches down pour lemonade into yr filters
watch it fizz w/ the aura of philosophy
confit the poor t ...
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Diva Maintenance' by Toby Fitch
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
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'In Fancy' by Toby Fitch
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Mauvement' by Toby Fitch
Toby Fitch
Recording
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'From the Balcony: Sunday Afternoon' by David Malouf
Today in Sunday weather grevillia leaves
in turmoil, no evident breeze. A sugar hit. A honey
-eater, upside down at tilt and tumble.
The body also in Sunday mode. The mind
idling on automatic with no need
to be occupied or coloured, having come at last
to the end of a long apprenticeship in learning to leave
well alone. No empire to account to. No
a ...
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Late Poem' by David Malouf
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. ...
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Pyrra' by David Malouf
after Horace, Odes I, v
What slim-hipped beachboy dripping
with musk is riding you
now on a bed of roses
in your snug den, Pyrra? Is it
for him you have braided
those honey-gold locks
in a knot so neat, so
homely? One day
soon, black moods, black
looks, he'll be cursing
you and the fickle
gods who have ...
States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Terms of Endearment' by David Malouf
Sweet nothings in our ear
cherub pumpkin dearest chuck
but to the heart which is the better
listener the password
to a tongue that only two in their comings
and goings have access to
A blessed mouthfu ...