Published in Overland Issue 201 Summer 2010 · Writing / Main Posts dinner with aspro Michael Farrell when straight friends change teams / when something that appears to be a nest isnt. because the drive, because the expansion. over & over, jelly like a pistol , random tensions between the poles (a verb there). the interruption shined like the expression holy mackerel distracted. see a spot on the dancefloor? dinosaurs once tromped here, their vicious beaks in the air , making a place for you in dulwich hill. figures drag fathers, hurrying ... how can we be more than we are : having our fun in lanes between bars . shattered dreams of west coast perfection. on finishing the drink his girlfriend bought him : ‘another fabulous project realised’. remember me? the large unidentifiable bone i carry; it wont fit in my vehicle . smells are known to be misleading, like a blue bird of mixed parentage, you into the shallower parts of a forest . ohuh – can we compromise (part alien from living on other planets)? naturally our cloudy kids suffer, forced to do outer-terrestrial raids; intra- universe. theres a surface we agree not to perforate – to make a security issue . accordingly: memory/ies. airport shops , their demands. your soul made of language, one that closes at a touch. the food was more fun than youd think , a few little tricks. there are messages that come from heaven, a filmset , where heroes like shelley live & death is just part of it, or all Michael Farrell Originally from Bombala, NSW, Michael Farrell is a Melbourne-based poet, with a collage practice which can be seen on instagram @limechax. Googlecholia is out now from Giramondo. More by Michael Farrell › 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 11 December 202411 December 2024 · Writing The trouble Ken Bolton’s poems make for me, specifically, at the moment Linda Marie Walker These poems doom me to my chair and table and computer. I knew it was all downhill from here, at this age, but it’s been confirmed. My mind remains town-size, hemmed in by pine plantations and kanite walls and flat swampy land and hills called “mountains”. 4 October 202418 October 2024 · Main Posts Announcing the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers 2024 longlist Editorial Team Sponsored by Trinity College at the University of Melbourne and supporters, the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers, established in 2014 and now in its ninth year, recognises the talent of young Indigenous writers across Australia.