is it here again - the sky crows
block humidity
fumbling cloud
beyond graffiti of the hours
is it here again - all below huge
walls buckled
with lethargy
beyond day born hot and obscured
and I'm here again - smoke blown
from one tiny point
his connection and drug
where gods twinkle in the dust that's forever
do we move again - now sun, not sun
invitations controlled
by sliding doors, tiny screens
beyond where trees drop green bolts
and sit here again- text is in control
his flimsy ageing book
City of Djinns, what can they tell
beyond the train's structure full of locusts
I can't wait for moon thin night
distant santas starring roof lines
lightning, bat squeak
almost beyond breath
Jill Jones
Sydney, 9.15am Wed 7 December 2005
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