Kate Lilley - Poetryetc Featured Poet - Series 3, #12 ******************************************** My work is interested in the tropism of affect, rhetoric, genre, sex; problematics of identification and classification; conjunctures of writing and reading. ******************************************** Anamorphosis For starters it's vexatious a meritocracy you might look like her she might look like me undulating brunette fixation melting depositary backyard wreck and salvage mount of piety __________________________________________ Tender You promised the trip would enthrall me like a sexually liberated cousin recto verso decency comes forward a museum of sorts the adroit prospect stalls retrieval of buxom ephemera misdemeanours vie in the channels of noise my assignment thorough disgrace daily usage hastens beauty's senseless dewpoint I'll flip you for the password sorrowfully as if I were the Queen of Sweden newly minted __________________________________________ Georgic The waterfall attracts its share of losers. Nearby flowers recite past favourites unselfconsciously, bowing their heads to the grass as the mercury falls. Jocund and lowing abreact, whistling charms the furrows. The aesthetics of picnics gather parks and trays embossed with birds and branches. Lunch is served in the royal enclosure by costumed swains and youths glad of the work. Dishevelled planets grow up in arrears and shed their light like imported brocade used in the manufacture of evening bags. __________________________________________ As Is Lonely stairway not so long ago a raincoat's floral lining local girls trying seconds and samples no exchange or refund chiasmus of symptom and side effect flooding chemical debris strophe and antistrophe in the garment district __________________________________________ Finally quarto doesn't last a weak crush lingers like a festival of moss the clerk of all passports takes me round for a drink at a popular nightspot I hear the voice-over from the start of Dirty Dancing playing in the lounge and feel sedate sedated like one more krispy kreme would set me up for life if it's not one thing it's another if it's not your fault it's irrelevant either way keep it sober and sweet like some perpetual valentine I read your letter o'er again it says what it doesn't say for so long I've wanted you to be my pretty queen __________________________________________ Crime of Passion The frame can't contain the enormity of Lana Turner's chiselled head, all that agitated recollection colliding with the bliss of technicolour in a series of lurid flashbacks. According to you, a pathological liar, the letter of apology is in the mail with an autographed studio portrait. Just as every drunk has a manuscript, unlimited emotions need chemical assistance to achieve a plateau of friendliness. Don't save your décolletage for a gala, don't wait up in a palatial home. Blushing can be a mark of respect but in this case I was past caring. Anyone can get trigger-happy with the right cocktail of provocation. The body lands at the foot of the stairs and inspires a Continental sojourn with time-lapse photography and painted scenes better than a ticket to the opera. __________________________________________ Hobohemia As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you I imagined meeting up with the author of the classic statement on dance halls When I asked about his research into bachelor communities he answered interminably Linda likes 36 boys 29 like her the rest don't care for old time feeling whipped preferably pussy anything liberal touches of baby powder just because I'm lonesome You'll settle down some day and find I've gone away all the fortune cookies equally cheerless if you're passing by the doctor wants your blood in exchange for a little morphine it's not cheating just common sense Birds start warbling bright and early yonder a crash on the highway I can't help it if the journey seems unreal sure as I'm sitting here the burden of the refrain will fall on me __________________________________________ French Open Request permission to shoot the diamonds, the disasters. The scene is changing by the minute. Patio dining is a joke. Paris clay is cruel. No replays for you, nothing. I'm going to leave you my coupons. Shock, disgust, you know. The waxworks are pricey but worth it. What at first I thought was your home was the garage and nothing special. The big house is strictly off-limits. Though the opening drags I stay awake enjoying the tidal wave of boredom and later fondling her elegant breasts genre grinds to a halt, heedless of consequence. __________________________________________ In the Sun Talk as long as you like, the x-ray believes my story is an anagram of yours. I can put out the welcome mat and sweep the dust away, a storm of inference. Let's be neoplatonic about it and calculate our chances for mutual admiration. There's foreplay before the foreplay and a backup of the backup. I asked you here for a reason. We made a verbal agreement not to reproach ourselves in the corner of a gentleman's club. Then I told you of my suspicion that fate had abandoned me and wronged my station in life. __________________________________________ Formes Frustes The two halves of a face should stay together crying like doing the washing constantly eventually they'll tire of the story of lithium and give up on the miracles of science a modest rebate can soften a penchant for mourning a building aspires to a sympathetic name the fact that the queue's not moving means less to you than the shape of old addresses the numbers of buses you used to ride there's every size and style of milk in the fridge a rapid heartbeat is fear or might as well be I'm three drinks behind my demented twin and three ahead of the tab sorry and then some __________________________________________ Quality Control Formidable or freaked-out make up your mind on the honeymoon a turban creates a sense of occasion over the holiday weekend shop-soiled like a melamine tabletop a sale beats breach of promise the working bee will reconvene for an impromptu quiz I'll supply the transcript of a feud on the factory floor __________________________________________ Doctors smoke for pleasure Doctors smoke for pleasure like everyone else a gifted chassis lapsing into taste busy accents cheapen off the rack preamble loses mateship: bulk remorse a gifted chassis lapsing into taste when I see her in the past I mean imperfect preamble loses mateship: bulk remorse young designs for swift evacuation when I see her in the past I mean imperfect dresscodes rule the shadow public sphere young designs for swift evacuation simple when your threshold was my library dresscodes rule the shadow public sphere while libertines enjoy fraternity simple when your threshold was my library ornate to the point of infamy while libertines enjoy fraternity doctors smoke for pleasure like everyone else ornate to the point of infamy busy accents cheapen off the rack __________________________________________ Anamorphosis For starters it's vexatious a meritocracy you might look like her she might look like me undulating brunette fixation melting depositary backyard wreck and salvage mount of piety __________________________________________ Screen Take the road she took see where it goes the strangest house on the block still stands the little girl in the leaves is the love of my life each blade of grass wrapped in gauze commits our future happiness to memory All this alleged wishing to be lucky if you can't squander talent well what can you do with this stack of change in your pocket catastrophes can't be predicted only named in advance everything means more than enough ******************************************** Kate Lilley b.1960 teaches feminist literary history and theory at the University of Sydney, specializing in early modern women's writing, modern poetry and queer studies. Her publications include Margaret Cavendish's Blazing World [1666] (Penguin Classics); book chapters on 17c women's elegy, utopian writing and georgic verse epistle; articles on John Tranter and Language Poetry. Her first collection, Versary, is forthcoming from Salt. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%