(next to nothing)

Type
Poetry

the money printers showed up hadn’t seen anyone for months maybe everyone was broke by now couldn’t know what kind of system is this our desires battered by empty shelves these are the people who used to laugh at Moscow GUM

Type
Poetry

9.36am

There’s a lot of things I don’t care any more Calling me ‘Yu Ouyang’, for example Putting me under ‘Y’ in a bibliography, for another Accusing me of writing in a ‘sloppy’ way

Type
Poetry

Orange

West of Katoomba on every bit of your brakes ent’ring dubitable wine country. Wellington Kirkconnell Lithgow Bathurst prison country central New South Wales.

Type
Poetry

sandwiches

when the orderly comes to take the tray of sandwiches Dad can’t possibly eat I am compelled by an impulse to eat the sandwiches and also to catalogue them for a later poem that I know I will write / here is the poem 20 months later