Coral Hull: Poetry: Reed-Song: Early Poems: Volume 2: Dirt And Bone

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2
                                                                                                                page-77 DIRT AND BONE

girl of silver wood grey eye crawls from the sea rests
a moment on coastal rock drifts from west to east
she is a beast great ocean road whipped out of her
tail girl moves east to melbourne to melbourne the
dark city the dark girl moving to melbourne sucking
in moist air burping in moist darkness breathing in
her cold grey skin melbourne the dark place within -

melbourne the dead obsession the walking city a
shadow of smoke a zombie lover a slice of sunlight
trance like stomper of red rood tiles within terrace
houses morning placed yet untouched by light
twilight lover silver girl amphibian breathes life
into shadow she needs a living bouy to float beside
in this dark tide of desire -

it is true what you say o grey death i never loved
him instead i trusted him to love me because of his
love & through such love i became uplifted & opened
i soared through cloud became easily bruised &
worthwhile felt the warm blood beneath my skin turn
wild then betrayal o death betrayal of trust my
sense of self shattered to bone & dust all things
closed that had been opened i left the dark city i
thought forever i walked coastal cliffs in dreams &
threw myself into the great ocean -

darkness love skeleton bone buried in melbourne
rotting slowly to death in a deathly shadow of the
dark city silver girl a dog of love calls him back
from the dirt paws & whines whimpers quietly beneath
buildings then she finds him through none that spoke
finds him bliss blissful ravings stomach groans he
is so close feel his bones brittle chalk beneath
his coat -

she does not look into nothingness the hole upon his
face his eyeless forehead his eyeless soul & dirt
between tooth & gum he only smiles coat smells of
nicotine smoke so close girl close is blissful in
rapture lost mothball cuffs pelvis pressing into
stomach bone stone grey coat sleeve dusted with ash -

playing in what she knows nothing about girl dancing
silver longing dancing with bone skeleton dancing
morbid horrid girl alone slipping finger through
finger locked bone dance the quick step shuffling
by an open grave bone & dirt mould on shirt peaceful
death nothing left but bone & dirt into open graves
crashing down like cemetary stone -

it is true what you say o grey death there is no-one
at home for the homeless none no-one but yourself to
trust none but yourself to rely upon but i a dog of
desire have dug up the bone alone unconditional
devotion is all i have left quiver like a droplet
of oil on thread chewing the dark lovers bone is
something that happens only once in a lifetime or
it may never happen in a billion lifetimes & o
greyness if it never happens again like this i will
only be forever grateful it has happened this once -

girl clutch at sleeve semi alone almost repulsed by
the rattle of bone skeleton lovers of dark city
slums forearm shoulder collapsing onto collar bone
sense of self is shattered poor lost silver lover
weeping as blind as a skeleton onto a bone dry
shoulder there is no response from death she hurts
she hurts in the dark city pain & knowledge beats
in her breast a chaff bag of dirt -

bone & dirt girl of silver old cold girl of stone
crash together clatter a tumult of ligament shatter
alone alone girl builds up like an ocean if he likes
the tide collapses onto stone her spine will be
broken then calcified fragments pierce the earth
like spears her tears of silence unseen she feels
his shadow is her own empty spaces her dead
screaming places where flesh had once been heavy
with the absence of weighted bone cry girl cry alone -

girl of tear drops silver death & life of death like
lovers being driven together in a chrome hearse to
victoria melbourne raining & overcast there will be
a funeral rainwater seep into casket stained wood
jasmine flowers squashed into clay willow trees &
autumn leaves thick like flame melbourne the lovers
buried together earth filling pockets beneath the
buildings joyful the dark rain -

    

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