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William Fox wrote: > > a couple of months old. > > 21st > > In Eltham I ask for grass & a girl > says ‘You are in Eltham’. > ‘So I’m like the foot soldier in City Hall > in the movie version > of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, > when he wants a cigarette & gets cartons > of regular & menthol?’ > > ‘Yeah. So what are you after?’ > > We grow on our acre. > A rock remains a cool pillow > you don’t have to turn over. > ‘That’s smooth for a ceramic bong’. > She runs craft classes > at a child care centre. > ‘Guess you’re used to hydroponics; > all the chemical fertiliser’. > > Told dad later about their in-ground pool. > Told him there’s green leaves for a jungle feel, > & he said ‘Sure! > Such an ecosystem takes time.’ > > Next to hair of cane kelp I recited: > “I was much further out than you thought”. > Kookaburras in the boarded house > belly laughed a nightclub theme. Excellent poem. From within the jungle of (American) cities I can't quite grasp the environment, but that just makes it more enjoyable - sense of fun, things happening, just out of sight, a strange jungle/culture hybrid. I quite enjoyed this.