Having spent some years before the mast He became skipper of a flute Resumed his savage habits. He closed the yawning gap in the map Passed meticulously that fateful autumn and winter Almost continually … extraordinary. In his commodore’s brocaded frock and louche Hand, broad buttoned and boned Captain’s ribbon and Banks’s red star The rhythm of the deck, black sick. Built breeches Bays, rivers, islands, Knatchbull, rube lip Buttery ensign Salty Navy naval castoffs Bathurst to Mount York Insanity of the will as opposed to the intellect: ‘moral Insanity’ Gooseberry Widow of King Bungaree Due ceremony for your bogus title Your early smile Cicatrice your beautiful shoulders bastard Hobartian Gurgling affection from the swish branches Darling’s soft pneumonia Mesmerised by his London Lion quilltip Duterrau French paintings of pearl buttons So many English faces Brig Cyprus, overland on shoulders to Emu plains Torture is personal, mudguts Raised by Robert Percy Simpson, learn English Convert Early ‘aussies’ with cocky high court Sulphur hairdos, framed by the sparkling dust as young Athenians, well loved lambies, Macarthur’s face like a ramp Night, fresh seal, importunate blood braids Thomasine, Henrietta, day school in Sydney Where we think We put the bones of Gracie Soon we’ll have a derby day – top hat abstraction Gadfly The Melbourne headmaster is in the explorer room Fingering some important gob Of nickel His dirty daughter Vicky contemplates The green head of melba, medusa, touching the Ridges and gulches of the paintings Saturday morning upholstered with the silks And dressing-gowns of Chinese Australia.
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