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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