Published in Overland Issue 220 Spring 2015 · Uncategorized Agora, Arcadia Corey Wakeling Hardest of the places to begin the blueprint, chewed cuticles To the gristle bone-white, stertorous the drafts that make up Our permanence tethered and forever. Most of what I’m anxious about is hoarseness and a wizened Subgenre, which spurts like a geyser but stinks like all Rudimentarily. The double standard of proclaiming reading And disclaiming citation as you rarefy the fixed image. My 1992 Camry twin-cam still rots in shop, But Walliston’s last garage is now a bush kiosk. Affiliations so splay they rustle like departing company Through the privet, which is theirs, my ghost gums weeping. Sullen roadside demeanour in the successful suburbs. You are lucked fiendish, no Frigidaire. High Wycombe’s new Coles is starchy, but tending its own Mistral, not behind thee, but before me, formaldehydry. ‘[F]rom my crawl and from their crawl’, and was the Snivelling limited to the thin one? I see a balled-up human, Must be unhappy in some way. What have I been party to? The bongs are not what they seem. Psychology is the mutant Of fandom furphy. Newquay = Portsea. The coast I forget. The Perth craze is easiest in me when kiting and the fishermen At Fremantle get blowies. No sardines for us. You’re Inedible in the dark, but stern. You’re often furniture in the Ferns, you know. Betray my Ben Bulben, Camry, Exhibition with surgery the phonetics are nursing we’ll be Arcadia-scared again, I hope, though my village be captured. Corey Wakeling Corey Wakeling is a poet and critic living in Takarazuka, Japan. His second full-length collection of poems is The Alarming Conservatory (Giramondo, 2018). More by Corey Wakeling › 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 19 April 2024 · Friday Fiction Stilted J.E “Mahal” Cuya One hour after midnight. Everyone in rooms. Living room – dark. Table look like monsters. Like death. TV on stand. Netflix Logo. No one watching. Residents asleep. They have dementia. 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election.