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Pam Brown
Pique
Pique
Pique
no oneon the corner
here
silent,
not spiritual,
the city is empty
antispectacular
& as
deodorised
as heaven
no sleeping boys
no density
no belching
pissing bodies
no spitting
in the street
utilitarian –
make one step
another step
follows
the pace set
by the tedium
of the blessed
*
demolishing
half the house
to make room
for the truck
bashing the bricks
with
a blunt tang
aiming
the air rifle
anywhere
blasting doves
from
telegraph poles
shouting & strutting
down
BBQ lane
setting fire
to lakes
*
once
in a while
the coprophiliac
makes a deposit
in the library
where,
absorbed
in poetic gesture,
arrivistes paraphrase
biography –
& animate
early C20
heroes & heroines
maybe
that way
something
rubs off
as when
quotation
embarrasses
the text
& here am I,
nibbling
my jejune nourishment
with the laxity
of a cultivated
& singular minority
languidly
erasing
all legend
flick flick flick
*
© 1997, Pam Brown
From: 50-50
Publisher: Little Esther, Adelaide
From: 50-50
Publisher: Little Esther, Adelaide
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Pique
no oneon the corner
here
silent,
not spiritual,
the city is empty
antispectacular
& as
deodorised
as heaven
no sleeping boys
no density
no belching
pissing bodies
no spitting
in the street
utilitarian –
make one step
another step
follows
the pace set
by the tedium
of the blessed
*
demolishing
half the house
to make room
for the truck
bashing the bricks
with
a blunt tang
aiming
the air rifle
anywhere
blasting doves
from
telegraph poles
shouting & strutting
down
BBQ lane
setting fire
to lakes
*
once
in a while
the coprophiliac
makes a deposit
in the library
where,
absorbed
in poetic gesture,
arrivistes paraphrase
biography –
& animate
early C20
heroes & heroines
maybe
that way
something
rubs off
as when
quotation
embarrasses
the text
& here am I,
nibbling
my jejune nourishment
with the laxity
of a cultivated
& singular minority
languidly
erasing
all legend
flick flick flick
*
From: 50-50
Pique
Pam Brown
Pique
Pique
Pique
no oneon the corner
here
silent,
not spiritual,
the city is empty
antispectacular
& as
deodorised
as heaven
no sleeping boys
no density
no belching
pissing bodies
no spitting
in the street
utilitarian –
make one step
another step
follows
the pace set
by the tedium
of the blessed
*
demolishing
half the house
to make room
for the truck
bashing the bricks
with
a blunt tang
aiming
the air rifle
anywhere
blasting doves
from
telegraph poles
shouting & strutting
down
BBQ lane
setting fire
to lakes
*
once
in a while
the coprophiliac
makes a deposit
in the library
where,
absorbed
in poetic gesture,
arrivistes paraphrase
biography –
& animate
early C20
heroes & heroines
maybe
that way
something
rubs off
as when
quotation
embarrasses
the text
& here am I,
nibbling
my jejune nourishment
with the laxity
of a cultivated
& singular minority
languidly
erasing
all legend
flick flick flick
*
© 1997, Pam Brown
From: 50-50
Publisher: Little Esther, Adelaide
From: 50-50
Publisher: Little Esther, Adelaide
Gedichten
Gedichten van Pam Brown
Close
Pique
no oneon the corner
here
silent,
not spiritual,
the city is empty
antispectacular
& as
deodorised
as heaven
no sleeping boys
no density
no belching
pissing bodies
no spitting
in the street
utilitarian –
make one step
another step
follows
the pace set
by the tedium
of the blessed
*
demolishing
half the house
to make room
for the truck
bashing the bricks
with
a blunt tang
aiming
the air rifle
anywhere
blasting doves
from
telegraph poles
shouting & strutting
down
BBQ lane
setting fire
to lakes
*
once
in a while
the coprophiliac
makes a deposit
in the library
where,
absorbed
in poetic gesture,
arrivistes paraphrase
biography –
& animate
early C20
heroes & heroines
maybe
that way
something
rubs off
as when
quotation
embarrasses
the text
& here am I,
nibbling
my jejune nourishment
with the laxity
of a cultivated
& singular minority
languidly
erasing
all legend
flick flick flick
*
From: 50-50
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