Gavin Yates
My formerly woods
close about the stitches of hysterics, without cucumber; [he] porcupine
more at Google. Rivals blackberries:
co-authored. Before grossing to relaxants
white Ford powders the nature strip,
improves quarters of romance the mushrooms populous,
so are the best of us.
Spoken, like nothing could suggest otherwise
I trace the swamp four hours ‘flowering [tea]tree’
searching tendons for a smoking gun.
Houses Overlooking the Sea
Slumberous bluish-grey of gunpowder leaves: a spotless movie.
More of a hunch, only dialogue
can engineer. Time-travel to Vienna’s snowfield
again, the medicine dries.
Gauze-like light
from across the slope
of peppermint gums, sheoak,
colonial pine.
Lichen hides large provinces of skin, as would a wedding suit.
Amnesia Strings
Subside in a pool over decades, like eels but with girls and a fiddle.
From skin steaming seventh dream
I grow more limbs like a great oak.
Where tragedy unfolds, there’s an audience laughing from the tightest seam;
driving from rainstorms, unsophisticated in translation.
Deep blue silhouettes of 8:08pm
like the smudged pen of an automatic writing exercise
I’d remember, whole peninsulas,
as if yesterday was a random night.
We’d take the middle seats. Know when intermission.
Gavin Yates is a researcher and writer from Melbourne; his research interests include Surrealism and Australian poetry. He occasionally tweets: @isgavinyates
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My formerly woods
close about the stitches of hysterics, without cucumber; [he] porcupine
more at Google. Rivals blackberries:
co-authored. Before grossing to relaxants
white Ford powders the nature strip,
improves quarters of romance the mushrooms populous,
so are the best of us.
Spoken, like nothing could suggest otherwise
I trace the swamp four hours ‘flowering [tea]tree’
searching tendons for a smoking gun.
Houses Overlooking the Sea
Slumberous bluish-grey of gunpowder leaves: a spotless movie.
More of a hunch, only dialogue
can engineer. Time-travel to Vienna’s snowfield
again, the medicine dries.
Gauze-like light
from across the slope
of peppermint gums, sheoak,
colonial pine.
Lichen hides large provinces of skin, as would a wedding suit.
Amnesia Strings
Subside in a pool over decades, like eels but with girls and a fiddle.
From skin steaming seventh dream
I grow more limbs like a great oak.
Where tragedy unfolds, there’s an audience laughing from the tightest seam;
driving from rainstorms, unsophisticated in translation.
Deep blue silhouettes of 8:08pm
like the smudged pen of an automatic writing exercise
I’d remember, whole peninsulas,
as if yesterday was a random night.
We’d take the middle seats. Know when intermission.
Gavin Yates is a researcher and writer from Melbourne; his research interests include Surrealism and Australian poetry. He occasionally tweets: @isgavinyates