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Farewell to the Long Sad Party
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Futures Past
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Guard Duty 2091
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You Have Been Unsubscribed
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The Middle Distance
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Outside the Walled City
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From the Headland
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A Journal of the Plague Year
A white man in pajamas Is peeking through his slot As though he’s acting calm as When he knows we know he’s not; And Percy the red setter has Returned to his old spot, Where he scratches out with jazz Rhythms his lonely lot. The cirrus looks incantatory In the evening’s lank intensity. The army’s on the border With the pollies on the box— Can the Machiavels remember If they’re a lion or a fox? The drones are circling over While all the doxxers dox As a cop and social worker Check the status of their stocks. In the […]
Falling
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Ten Predictions for the Future
i the screen spits into life. a wasteland: red dust, unbreathable sky. a dying sun. ii helicopters throb above blown trees. lights flash blue-red, police lock innocents in homes. iii today, a bomb—shells of buildings, of homes. rubble, rock. blood, bodies. a child’s thin cries. iv draw breath and exhale. a cloud of moisture condenses. remove your face; discard it in the soil. v in the mornings, there is still a harbour. the man who shares […]
The Roaring Twenties
UM—YEP—NO.
You don’t get the kind of war you deserve
you get the kind you get.
The delivery truck melted at Yatte Yatah.
The peach stand spared.
