Poetry | Deferment, CA


I was assistant to his
assistant and we were
rented out to temps.

Under the palms
of perpetual summer:
volleyballers and the topless

towers of another
pop-up city.
Factories tied to a novel

horizon, third place getters
East and North.

When the Martians land

it won’t matter
if you’re boring.
There’s an A-side

and the language we fall into—
for which we keep
rewinding.

Over the clatter of dishes
you catch a hook
in its dissolving:

the cool green
of money
lisping.

Aidan Coleman

Aidan Coleman has published two poetry collections, the most recent, Mount Sumptuous (Wakefield Press, 2020). He is an Early Career Researcher at the JM Coetzee Centre for Creative Practice at the University of Adelaide.

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