Published in Overland Issue 248 Spring 2022 · Poetry Poetry | Deferment, CA Aidan Coleman 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. More by Aidan Coleman › 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 8 March 20248 March 2024 · Poetry POETRY Gareth Morgan as if a poem were a person, me, i get up in the morning / i buy coffee in a can, and wait / you have to keep calm, “don't get upset” / or it fucks everything up. the bosses who tell me this / are wise but stupid troopers. this is a political poem 16 February 202419 February 2024 · Poetry Two poems from 36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem Nam Le But think about the children, super cute children, mute children, with uncommonly big eyes, children with hard eyes, eyes that have seen what no child’s eyes should see, children naked as the day wearing big smiles and no smiles, preternaturally wise, with mooned-out tummies and cleft palates and cataracts, deformities and birth defects ...