the devil wears ishka | Gareth Morgan

 

 

the streets tabernacle knuckles the skateboarders

 

his tavern carbuncles the watershed with its men

 

fake boulders hold hands in a green circle at twilight

 

stake holders careen and shuck into motion sickness

 

sweet marshals create porsches and form bread knots

 

maureen and co sweep dishes into these endless vigils

 

sleep well my dove on the beach but shall wake cranky

 

caress the tarot card reading oak scored tortoise shell

 

oh kill brilliant seeds and sneak over tapioca bridges

 

trap core ideas in a mollusc and trash does buckle over

 

torpid memory of isaac balloons and grows forlornly

 

ushered molecules in a stairwell of hearty soup for one

 

be sweaty and midges harangue the borsch and lottery

 

brash citizenry corrals new england by ukrainian night

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gareth Morgan is a poet and a postie from Melbourne. He has been
published in Cordite and Rabbit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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