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Grommet
Contributed by
neo-theatre
on
Thursday, 5th July 2007 @ 03:04:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A larcenous dusky gull eyes the soldier crab,
body like a coin sized cobalt coloured pea
and eight legged, like a cartoon spider
writhing on the end of your hook, little robot
with haywire circuitry.
Your blue bait bucket clatters with their movements.
Them, and the opaque yabbies with orange claws
you piped from muddy, finger-deep holes before dawn.
Greater acrobats among them leap out,
pulse then dehydrate to lutefisk
On the ashen planks of the jetty.
"Any luck, grommet"? you turn, smile
at me the way you smile at police.
"Nup", shaking your head.
you've yet to grow into longer sentences;
the blue-collar heavy as roadbase, the increasing number
of the clock's numerals that don't belong to you,
the mortgage heavy as a marriage.
It is june.
The Myrtles strew their lemon-sherbert odours,
in the clear bay- chasing rivulets that wind through the banks
of sediment, brown layer over white like tiramisu
the mullet flash like knives.
This is what you'll come back to, one day
with the irony of the person you'd never have grown into; the pink faces
of the dune posies trampled out of the direction
the infinite wind has pushed towards for hours
as you race towards hard sand with scalding heels,
the fastboard under your arm determined to fly
up with the osprey. One day, Grommet.
In a traffic Jam, in your office booth
when in the death rattle of a fluroscent light bulb
you'll remember the drag tinkling like broken glass
under the bite-gauging pulley of your finger,
In the highest note of your boredom whistle
the song your taught line played in the wind
moments before you skinned a whiteing
out of its chainmail,
when it's you, late, on a jetty,
rationalising the minutes in a suit,
staring out at the water like an old photograph,
saying nothing.
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neo-theatre
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Re: Grommet
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by deadheadpoet on
Friday, 6th July 2007 @ 01:49:59 AM AEST
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Damn you leave me in bliss after reading you. It is just a feast for my senses. I felt like I was down by the ocean fishing right along with Liam. It sounds as though Liam needs to go fishing more often and shed some of that other world he seems burdened with.
As always, my friend, each stanza drips with paints from a masterpiece.
(had to research that grommet thing *smiles*)
Much love and peace,
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Re: Grommet
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by shelby on
Friday, 3rd August 2007 @ 12:20:29 PM AEST
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Now I am curious will check out grommet..
I loved this write... glad I happened to come across it.
Michelle |
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Re: Grommet
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 12th September 2007 @ 05:19:08 AM AEST
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Incredible images!
They intensify the flow of this wonderfully descriptive story. |
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