NewActon Summer

Sweaty feet in black suede boots –

just                   undo!

-          So easy to

slip on and off now they come with zips!

 

Type writer t-shirt walks passed things hidden

and for­got­ten. I hide -

under dirty­ing flesh-coloured rub­ber bandages

-          my infec­ted skin,

embar­rassed that I am vul­ner­able to these things.

 

I watch street artists, sexy in their suave skinny ways,

breath out        compressed-pressure-scenes of

sur­real mon­sters and con­ges­ted city sites.

 

I want

to spray paint                cloud    scapes

in alley ways

so we can slip behind façades and remember

warm beer sum­mer blaze.

 

But if you wanna be cool these days – that’s just not how it’s done.

And I see that ugly can be fun.

But I want to be in

Col­ours

when I cum.

 

I close my eyes, made of broken beach glass bottles

while all of my female friends are

fall­ing

in love

with each other.

Smelling – in the late warm weather lung –

the per­fume of each oth­ers’ pollen.

Intox­ic­ated

with the slow bloom of bul­bed flowers

just to press thighs and lips against petals.

 

And I dream of skies.

- Can­berra 2012

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