Scalding stories are a dime a dozen in Sulfur City,
after a few quiets. Not that you always
debt in the cocktail hour. On Millionaire's Row
white-bread sleaze on the cable channel,
thank you for it. What did we do before Japanese food?
for the gamey stuff, the Midnight Rambler, the lesbonauts
that’s how we keep the old stuff on the boil:
fingers just happened on it, searing flat-picks lickety-
when you luck on the thing you've been holding out for?
of the garden and shared a cigarette in the bare winter sunlight.
the banjo, and after the loopies have gone home to bed
sweat and manly toil. How do you translate
tasked with your upbringing, mistress of her own
lives these significant lives: things you’ve been guilty of,
ply the surface
Royal Park, Melbourne