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Brian Flaherty   

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three poems


MORETON BAY BEADS
 

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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