So far they’ve made five billion,
said the lateralist, or ten
times that, if you count the dead.
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but then I was stemmed and multiplied,sharp-thorned and caned, nested and raised,earth-salt by sun-sugar. I was innerly sungby thrushes who need fear no eyed skin thing.Finched, ant-run, flowered, I am given the yearsin now fewer berries, now more of slingout over directions of luscious dung.Of water crankshaft, of gases the gearsmy shape is cattle-pruned to…
Inside Ayers Rock is lit
on steel pillars supporting the ceilingof haze-blue marquee clothhigh above the non-slip pavers.Curving around the cafeteriathroughout vast inner spaceis a Milky way of plastic chairsin foursomes around tablesall the way to the truck drivers’ enclave.Dusted coolabah trees grow to the ceiling,TVs talk in gassy colours, andround the walls are Outback shop fronts:the Beehive Bookshop for…
Blats booted to blatant
with rubbings of Sveinn Forkbeardleading a black squall of Harleyswith Moe Snow-Whitebeard andPossum Brushbeard and their ladiesand, sphincter-lipped, gunning,massed in leather muscle on a run,on a roll, Santas from Helllike a whole shoal leaningwide wristed, their tautness stablein fluency, fast streetscape dwindling,all riding astride, on the outsideof sleek grunt vehicles, woman-clung,forty years on from Marlon.
From the metal poppy
arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down,worst in a boarding-house greased tub, or a barrack with competitions,best in a stall, this enveloping passion of Australians:tropics that sweat for you, torrent that braces with its heat,inflames you with its chill, action sauna, inverse bidet,sleek vertical coruscating ghost of your inner river,reminding all your fluids, streaming off…
Clean water in the house
outside. Drinking the earth.His pile, being perfect,ignores the misting rain.A charcoal Russianhe opens his mouth like other catsand mimes a greeting mew.At one bound top-speed acrossthe lawn and halfway upthe zippy pear tree. Why? Branches?Stopping puzzles him.Eloquent of purror indignant tailhe politely hates to be picked up.His human friend never does it.He finds a voicein…
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing
radar bats are darkness in miniature,their whole face one tufty crinkled earwith weak eyes, fine teeth bared to sing.Few are vampires. None flit through the mirror.Where they flutter at evening’s a queertonal hunting zone above highest C.Insect prey at the peak of our hearingdrone re to their detailing tee:ah, eyrie-ire; aero hour, eh?O’er our ur-area…
One and two fundamental
Four is departmental
Strange mathematical number
One, two and four.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/09/2017
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Mohammad Ali,
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Right
BothFeet;Does all good things,Run for mankind.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
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My soul does not adjust with her soul
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