John Bryan

Think of everything you've done throughout the day

then give
wrong directions
to lost strangers,
whatever their emergency


the banality of cruelty

The fields at night

how many monsters graze
there in the darkness
myself and the sound of
that distant car


Two flies
Making beautiful
Maggots together

Love each other
More than shit

When I was a child

Devils were red
Demons were blue

The Great Dividing Range

Propped up from behind
With wooden planks
Flat & cut out

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