Type
Poetry

nevada

this is hell to be got out of

unpitied strip unpeeling
in the massive heat
there is old order here the earth has spat it
copper slats as green in rock as gold goes red
the mind turns back to meet in veins the scale as the landscape tunes it up
we were heated in the system then got stuck accounting
the surprise of it so constant it became inhabitable

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Mathew Abbott lives in Queanbeyan with his wife Emilie and his dog Champion Ruby. Australian Poetry will publish his first collection, wild inaudible, in April. He maintains a blog at beetleinabox.tumblr.com, and plays in Life and Limb, a punk band named after a Fugazi song.

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