1: seca Australia, fat fucking traitor hijo de puta spawn of all the mines and the mula the filthy fonts fijate skinny Chile clichés rolling off her long sticky tongue licks volcanoes Neruda went mojado shaving land singing land tierra mojada fuck your seca shit your old crocodile rocks atrocious waters seen in corners Melbourne nipples Launceston cocks 2: wind wind up past throw it at me in a disco beat tread noxious lemons round up the roos salgan de mi iglesia y apaguen la luz calling choking chilenos el churrasco la chascona sick del fome of buying up los debiles arreglen sus cosas suck on spring’s ardent milk smack los socialistas where their pricks don’t reach and beat it go transnational take islas slice the forests with squadrons of coronas strip the ridges the dreams qué podrías tu could you possibly have ramas tienen raices there’s nothing anyone could if I were a pin you the cheque what would the board have to say about that? 3: wise down street walked crumbled air your phone pissing dreams you down root wise banana peel canto empty virtual tourist neither the heart nor glass slither nor the parched oda of the weekend call all the skin ripped off it hurts the cock just as much meet by the feather gliding the only feather gliding on a lonely white hoja catch this streak can you reach the fertile hand’s chalice trans eager and national thirst wicked capital fucking meet there we’ll talk shop do lines devenir fashionable bleedin bendito texts sell nada keep escapando the aussie phallic throwing out the virtues of a census with your dusty sidewalk folk
Stuart Cooke’s first full-length collection, Edge Music, was published by IP in 2011. He has also published a chapbook, Corrosions (Vagabond Press, 2010), and a new selection of his work appears in Triptych Poets: Issue Two (Blemish Books, 2011).
© Stuart Cooke
Overland 205-summer 2011, p. 80–1
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