Saturday 7 April 2012

07.04.12

Raratonga

Gin took hold
at sun set, the sea
rip still water out.

Gin, naked as glass.
Feral dog scavenge
in bin, growl amplified.

Ghost hang, spider silk
in air, wrapped up in
not belonging anywhere.

Coconut fall, guillotined
head, jolt me out
of pacific blackout.

Dog bark, cattle stamp,
goat, pig, cock
wake the split sun

in a circle of bug-kill
powder, counting
the dead millipede's legs.

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