Poems in the wild #9

Poem #9 (ace of clubs) was released in the little programs box outside the Carlton Courthouse Theatre in Drummond Street, Carlton. I was forced to sit over the road in Markov Place and have a glass of wine while I watched to see if anyone picked it up, but there were no takers by the time I had to leave to pick up Luka from daycare.

When you say 'immaculate' 

I think of fingernails

The precious painted claws, 

I want to drink the colour back

into your face and push your habit 

of decay bang off the rails.

Only in the tales of men 

do hunters kill the wolf

When did you file your canine 

points to bluntness,

sifting dust among the figurines

so tamed and bloodless,

caged beneath your roof?


I've decided now that I'm back at work full time I'll release the poems on Saturdays - otherwise they're ALL going to be released in Carlton, and we don't want to show favouritism, do we?