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Brian Flaherty   

All Together Now: A Digital Bridge for Auckland and Sydney             


three poems


there is nothing to breathe    
your beaded insects     your powder box    
these are the sounds of metal    
being rinsed    upturned in a rack    
this the ticking of Moreton Bay tide     
tankers turn on horizon line    
a new year’s morning    stuck blind
to the fridge
we livein this manner of speaking   
pick shells from the ocean’s raw back   
drinking wine in  cupped psalms    
the ordinary become  unordered   
translations flowering without context
or creed
this a pathway    to the sky world    
ficus macrophylla    rooted in
mineral doubt    every cloud stalk    
a violent station   an alchemy
& more      I have lost   
control of my    vision  
shaving solo    in the artist’s mirror
this seaward window
white-dry with salt  
so  lickable      so concealing    
you flash your breasts
 a fragment of frieze    
incautious    mythic   
your nipples’ dark contrast   
a civilisation’s desire   a  lost
history of sex     and who    
who would know?
this seeing is a    penitent’s vision  
the angel wing      silence   
of a hanging tyre   cataracts   
that wrap the eye   as canopied
hosts      to jewel the Bay

into the ultramarine
move these end-of-day
guardians    markers of
ghost breath and radiant
insect tides    that lift us 
gently under the arms    
Redcliffe losing it shore one   
crimson stone  at a time


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Brian Flaherty