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Pam Brown Reads in Devonport
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Missing up
 

there is a truce
it's a relief
but you're already
dispassionate
& you don't care
about propriety
air stings your ears
with long lines
of thin sibilance
a blowfly
catches the current
in through the doorway
and out again where
you've been missing up all day
no one knew
where you were
nor what might happen
when the flame
caught the agenda
and melted all intention
someone yelling
get away get away
you shouldn't be there
can't you read the signs
in a crazed ecstasy of contempt
crying like a fire
in the sun
you pass out
on top of the contracts
unfinished piles
of blueprints
and declarations
that in writing
now denote
your status as a stranger
that's the opinion
of the specialist
on your body of work
as they used to say
before you argued
against the phrase
and against everything else
that drove you to disappear
and hole up beyond location

 

 

 


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Last updated 22 December, 2015