I enjoyed this, Chris. Thank you. I like the dettail of each line. And the
sound. There's also a line in your intro that would be great for a poem:
'leftovers from a failure'. And your intro is totally unjustified as well.
Best
Árni
on 11/29/02 12:21 AM, Chris Jones at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Well, here's a fragment, a scrap, us leftovers from failure, a thousand
> lived cliches, and that's all we'll ever be.....
>
>
> His down cast eyes
> posed for a photo
> brow farrowed
> squinting at the sun
> an all australian boy
> mischievous grin
> hands inside bib
> and brace overalls
> he came into
> the lens into my
> heart making my
> toes curl my
> body shiver
> a real sex pot
> wanton slut with
> the desert hot
> australian sun
> on his bare
> backside in the
> back of the ute
> on the harsh
> expansive
> land we
> made love
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