The diary of clean beginnings

04 March 2008

in the diary of clean beginnings you make an entry 'let's see a planet as still knowledge' then another 'it is a night to be stretched, a might of just one mores' on the lips of this evening, moon, sold in press as an eclipsed earthy brown, sits blushing behind purple clouds the turned-over jarrah spits, smokes profusely upwards, won't catch 'if I fell now, you'd be disappointed in what you'd find in my cupboards' ___ wet brush you lose your self, wake, lose the lost. you've pangs for the warmth of else, a kind of prang in a plot you won't know. blurred now, sly work of pills. they did tell you that it won't be etch or fine shades of H. B. that will take you, no. just the back/forth of wet brush, slow touch, an ache that births hue, blood that dries to dust ___ Tourettic my words are miscarriages, the room mops the blood as symptoms find their opening she writes...'the myth of locks', asks me to read aloud...'the moth of licks', words as miscarriages a duffle bag of tongue clicking, whistling, floor tapping, rapid head turns, symptoms finding their opening the urge to shout in church, vibrating inside on bones of pew, my words as miscarriages I keep my tongue wound in my teeth, ignore the throbbing in the gullett but symptoms find their opening I reach for her, tap her shoulder, let fly a staccato burst of caresses then words as miscarriages, symptoms finding their opening Kevin Gillam is a West Australian writer with work published in numerous Australian and overseas journals. His two published books of poetry are Other Gravities (2003) and Permitted To Fall (2007), both by SunLine Press.

ARTS AND CULTURE

The diary of clean beginnings

Subscriber login