John Bryan




Think of everything you've done throughout the day

then give
wrong directions
to lost strangers,
whatever their emergency






Sundays

the banality of cruelty

 
 
 
 
 
 
The fields at night

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

 
 
 
 
 
 
Romance

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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