–|||| ~—> { just } – { working } — – °.°.° — { thru}} ~—>
( for throwing off the hump )
—] –*–* (– \\ {° – ° } —
they say a hand extended
’s the size of your noggin don’t
you love perfection early
learning moving in for the kill
you pick up more than that
in the school yard
but nothing’s harder
than that smack in the face
your fall for graceful maths
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looking at these hands going lost in their haunted
task am I so nostalgic for this? her silhouette
mooning thru the bustle? the greek vase i ode on
stolen from the archives – i think about [ time is a
flat circle & love, boredom, is a perfect clay spun
pot ] the eternal return / eclipse of the heart
‘we’re living in a powder keg & giving off sparks’
as harried objets d’art play beyond the camera-
as-a-cuddling-device to prop up these great
hands kicking into the future sans guarantee
light falls right out like a memo on a cheap bottle
of blanc de blanc popping & i can’t read
between these fast lines
—°;-°– #– ~⌃–⌃ϖ–—…, + —>
^ °°– >0 ) – — ~> | ~,
mikaela’s apron was tight & her
cap tilted as she blustered thru
her shift, like a metronome
found me & george cheap
vodka & we took it to the
countryside, visiting a friend
over the weekend / work’s not
always money & today just
gathers unholy speed,
irrelevance in our dreams the
poetical fast food tosses off
~ { Ξ =- * — ’’ -> ( (– } – =} }
his hands bluster metal splinters light is hot
no breaks / the gig economy rocks my
children to sleep these heroes built straight
out of rubble plastered & presto ode to sick
leave no to endless work as the officer’s
farting on me in a dream about the
revolution in language as in labour we spell
that with a ‘u’ here i.e. we put u in it he
just about dies for it one arm bent into
a perfect shape a life time of repeated
action stacks on like a soundtrack
—-^ ~~~°°°~ #—°°° –^ <–[ –° — { — – > > ’ ” ” } — >
~ / > — – ⌥ ° >
smoking a dart you open up a
window onto another galaxy or
town / post-punk tom roberts
fawn over local women, as
opposed to ‘the female form’ &
make instructional videos for
perpetuity (who’s she?) calmest
action plays tricks w the eye at
100kmh it’s like tv the episodic
marks time, glistens
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PDF: Gareth Morgan Poems