Published in Overland Issue 223 Winter 2016 Uncategorized Cautionary tales Philip Hammial Is this page scribble-ready? Possibly, but how the word? That match, I watched it sitting on my hands. So sad how they stumbled, were trampled. Meanwhile Putti pull aside the curtains & there: the Poet presented to the people! Fifty plus for that turpitude, fifty more if scant can clad! Can you believe that harem’s ripple? If you’re looking for Jesus you’d best start with Jumper’s Coke & listen carefully to Mutt’s palaver. If you want you can have my scare. For size there’s a pinch. We could spend the day rowing. I’d rather count pebbles, sort them as to colour & shape. My days of riding shotgun for nannies are over. Who should we say Hello to? Who Goodbye? Don’t late please. There’s a huge lock on this forest. We’ll need at least an hour to pick it. The gamekeeper arrives at eight. He’s never late. Sung out of wedlock: I’ll go for that. Prayed over by proper citizens, that too. Of course I’d like to have a kingdom to call my very own. What would you call it? Rogue-on-Rye. Three guesses who left the chamber pot (full) on the stove – Girl Guides to the rescue. The apparatus of matriculation is too arduous for my taste (haste makes waste). Not only did Cinderella leave us her slipper she left instructions of what not to do with it: (1) don’t ejaculate into it. (2) don’t try to imagine what it’s like to pussy-foot. Those dancing pimps how many were there, six or seven? Seven. What’s-his-name – Marat – that guy who invented the bathtub, he forgot to cross the t in tub. Scribble ready? Yes, but how the word? As to prayer, crawling? Curtains aside by Putti? Pulpit-speak, a message for the people? Come a cropper he’ll be torn apart. Read the rest of Overland 223 – If you liked this article, please subscribe or donate. Philip Hammial Philip Hammial has had twenty-eight poetry collections published. More by Philip Hammial 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 First published in Overland Issue 228 28 November 202229 November 2022 Film Noirvember at the movies: on the pleasures of personal curation Eloise Ross Watching noir all month, in its many transcontinental variants from the past eighty-odd years, really is a fantastic thing to do. I’m finding connections between films that aren’t obvious, or that might not appear to me without the benefit of such programming and framing. First published in Overland Issue 228 25 November 202228 November 2022 Poetry Poetry | Summer animal Jini Maxwell This summer I can feel myself turning back into an animal. I wake up early and seek out trees, walking through the expansive quiet of the park until the heat starts feeling sharp on my skin. I leave the blinds closed, so when I return home the building is dark and familiar, and as I shut the door behind me I feel a satisfaction I can only describe as territorial.