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key to the sea close your hand you are under the potato tree take it down to the green there theres quite a scene & slip under try to die but dont there are piers & salt water urges the drinking of milk a cold breeze here its refract into original leaves the faster the better & the storm takes place & evelyn & warwick run out caught in the kitchen parodying trout on the holiday themselves they love the wrecked the stones draped in kelp gowns the universal deafness when anyone drowns see the surrounded by apathy everything made up on the spot how exhausting & uninteresting the champagne dionne thrashes everyone at everything including pruning the roses shhh this is distraction & mania the relentless there is a tide & were going out with it theres no merely the waiting & dissolving breathe closer breathe further when the need make you chemical a memory in the blood of earth close your hand you are under the potato tree take it down to scene & slip under try to die but dont there are piers & peers destroy salt water urges the drinking of milk cubes of mint refract into original leaves the faster the better & the storm takes place evelyn & warwick run out caught in the kitchen parodying trout on the holiday theyll draped in kelp gowns the universal deafness when anyone drowns see the island thats an experience living there surrounded by apathy everything made up on the spot how exhausting & interesting the champagne kings set up further thrashes everyone at everything including pruning the roses shhh this in the face of the relentless there is a tide & no weather no history of pop or england merely the waiting & dissolving breathe closer breathe reach & want to break apart a tongue will take make you chemical a memory in under the potato tree take it down to the green theres quite a scene & slip under try to to save & destroy salt water urges the drinking of milk into original leaves the faster the better & the storm takes place & parodying trout on the holiday theyll learn respect being wholesome themselves they love gowns the universal deafness when anyone drowns see the island thats apathy everything made up on the spot how exhausting & uninteresting the champagne kings set up further down murdering oysters everything including pruning the roses shhh this is distraction & mania energy let of the relentless there is a tide & were going out with it theres no moral no weather no history breathe closer breathe further when the need rises you reach & want to break apart a tongue will take make you under the its sweet & cubes the music resounds like surf from the house evelyn & warwick run out mania energy let loose in the face of the |
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michael farrell 's book ode ode
(Salt) was published in 2003. Recent poems can be found in typo,
coconut, slope and otoliths. He lives in Melbourne. |
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