Daniel John Pilkington
First Syllables
apple (red)
Baby, our lonely
appeals read
Babylonian –
chasing mean
desire’s sea creator
chancing (green)
desecration.
Eat it,
forgetting the dead
earth, bite
for getting us said –
grave &
grace (ample and
even if the glances
/ glyphic
highway streaks of
cleanliness
/ blur
the jars in which their brushes argue
/ order, age, thickness
the paper bag syncopations
/ triangulating
what none can see
yet, they diagram
their charcoal obsolescence
/ squeaking
/ soft
exotic blurbs, that I might
/ torture them
with an eyelash of divinity
/ thus
I pretend I believe I am
your ceiling
/ foam, the air in your red
/ heart
to hallux, hallux to heedlessness: 20 seconds and
I love you
/ my kimono
opens at the chest
like a feminine aphorism
/ my translator
washes me in antiseptic
joie de vivre
/ my animal
snaps for the singularity
the elephants singing in their graveyards
the wolves distributing their income
the memories of bone
alleviating
/ mandalas
from the imperatives of European vacations
never
/ bin
the attitude
the aviators
the avuncular Americanisms
show me your need to evaporate
/ quote
your anesthetists
your fascists of the imagination
show me
/ their feet
/ their hands
/ their swallowing
hunger for the black fruit
/ the stone
greener than the shadow
/ ripening
their intestinal inferno
with mesmeric impatience
/ my kimono
opens at the chest
like an evangelical agitation
/ my animal
snaps
entropic bliss, the moth that
/ burns
a facsimile
of the last Malevich icon
/ burns
a facsimile
of your right thumb
as the streetlight palpitations
/ palpitate
where my armpit spiders
what we think is
what we could never admit
what we could never admit
was
/ who it was
who gave birth to me
Daniel John Pilkington is a poet from Melbourne. His poetry has appeared in Cordite and Unusual Work. He currently studies writing at the University of Melbourne.
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First Syllables
apple (red)
Baby, our lonely
appeals read
Babylonian –
chasing mean
desire’s sea creator
chancing (green)
desecration.
Eat it,
forgetting the dead
earth, bite
for getting us said –
grave &
grace (ample and
even if the glances
/ glyphic
highway streaks of
cleanliness
/ blur
the jars in which their brushes argue
/ order, age, thickness
the paper bag syncopations
/ triangulating
what none can see
yet, they diagram
their charcoal obsolescence
/ squeaking
/ soft
exotic blurbs, that I might
/ torture them
with an eyelash of divinity
/ thus
I pretend I believe I am
your ceiling
/ foam, the air in your red
/ heart
to hallux, hallux to heedlessness: 20 seconds and
I love you
/ my kimono
opens at the chest
like a feminine aphorism
/ my translator
washes me in antiseptic
joie de vivre
/ my animal
snaps for the singularity
the elephants singing in their graveyards
the wolves distributing their income
the memories of bone
alleviating
/ mandalas
from the imperatives of European vacations
never
/ bin
the attitude
the aviators
the avuncular Americanisms
show me your need to evaporate
/ quote
your anesthetists
your fascists of the imagination
show me
/ their feet
/ their hands
/ their swallowing
hunger for the black fruit
/ the stone
greener than the shadow
/ ripening
their intestinal inferno
with mesmeric impatience
/ my kimono
opens at the chest
like an evangelical agitation
/ my animal
snaps
entropic bliss, the moth that
/ burns
a facsimile
of the last Malevich icon
/ burns
a facsimile
of your right thumb
as the streetlight palpitations
/ palpitate
where my armpit spiders
what we think is
what we could never admit
what we could never admit
was
/ who it was
who gave birth to me
Daniel John Pilkington is a poet from Melbourne. His poetry has appeared in Cordite and Unusual Work. He currently studies writing at the University of Melbourne.
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