h o m e........
p a s t   i s s u e s....
s u b m i s s i o n s....
l i n k s

 

 

...............
MICHAEL FARRELL


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END OF THE TAN

just when you were
thinking yourself a local
letting the citys imprint
settle the planes arrive
soupred planes shooting off
to winter change states
& miss the transition
get naked a tan
proves a naked past
yet mirrors eyes know
the change is shallow
you move into the. igloo its not safe. to go out you. cover
yourself have bodyguards. now mostly you dial. out for
everything or. you live by night. following winters & whitecaps.
they reflect & cool. the earth down though. your muscles are
soft. they look nice in. the sydney light by. the unfoaming
water absorbing. every swimmers warmth unless they. smile
causing a ricochet.
when the old people
died the rugs were
lost to the cousins
to the museums leaving
only the faded curtains