Published in Overland Issue 247 Winter 2022 Poetry Poetry | Our song Dave Drayton I. cull Monday CULL barb drinks burden sass MONDAY mouths burn BARBURDENODE DRINKSASSYRUPS node syrups MOUTHSHOTROPES shot nooses tropes’ suds BURNOOSESUDS gunned rope SUNGUNNEDRUM BESTIROPEPARCH sung bestir NOWISETICLEAVE drum eparch nowise iamb IAMBEINGSEEP cleave seep LOWEST GROG etic beings lowest grog cull Monday bar burden ode drinks as syrup mouths hot ropes burnoose suds sun-gunned rum best I rope parch now I set I cleave I am being seep lowest grog II. loud vacuum LOUD jows versed snores dust VACUUM famous hymn JOWSNORESUCH VERSEDUSTERROR such terror FAMOUSORNAIVER sorn nobody naiver yowe HYMNOBODYOWE towers gift BESTOWERSTAB EBBINGIFTAWDRY best ebbing PREACHASPICKET stab tawdry preach bets BETSECUREDIT picket edit BEYOND LOCK hasp secure beyond lock loud vacuum jowl snore such verse dust error famous or naiver hymn: O body owe bestowers tab ebbing if tawdry preach as picket bet secured it beyond lock III. gust system GUST sang cometh gather heat SYSTEM nearer sing SANGATHERODE COMETHEATIBIAS rode tibias NEARERAPTRUCKS rapt gallop trucks pine SINGALLOPINE hooves move ARCHOOVESONG ABLOOMOVELITES arch abloom PETALSWAYEARLY song elites petals wave WAVECHOICERE yearly cere MUSICS PACE sway echoic music’s pace gust system sang at her ode comet heat I bias nearer apt rucks sing all opine arc, hoove song abloom O velites’ petal sway early, wave choice re: music’s pace Dave Drayton Dave Drayton is a poet, writer and Overland poetry reader He is a founding member of the Atterton Academy, Kanganoulipian, and the author of E, UIO, A: a feghoot (Container), P(oe)Ms (Rabbit), A Pet Per Ably-Faced Kid (Stale Objects dePress) and Haiturograms(Stale Objects dePress). Find him on Overland and Twitter. More by Dave Drayton Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays First published in Overland Issue 228 16 December 202225 January 2023 Poetry Poetry | Wombats shit candy Michael Farrell To avoid treading on a snake, I stepped on a land mine. Did this really happen, in my dream? No. Is it a fiction, then? Yes and no. The time I spend looking for socks is insignificant: lie, irony, or philosophy? Wombats shit candy. Joke – hallucination? This is in fact a truth claim. My poems: litanies of truth claims. 1 First published in Overland Issue 228 14 December 202225 January 2023 Reviews The moral risk of taking things too seriously: on Gareth Morgan’s When A Punk Becomes A Spunk Elese Dowden In his review of Lucy Van’s The Open, Gareth Morgan writes that Van writes 'against the impulse to ponder dutifully about the sins of the past and present.' This fucked me up for some time. What is it to ponder dutifully? But perhaps more importantly, how do we ponder in a way that's more … metal?
