Poet and Musician Barnaby Smith

Paternal

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beckoned over,

insects

gather

& begin

orgies            in the corner

                      of his eye—             

he is getting to know

blood & thought & skin

as

something to grab a handful of

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& big evenings

dwindle

figures passing through

doors

as vanishing pixelations—

smell

of today’s burning hair

still in nostrils

betraying a

                       body leaking

like roadkill

we saw at dusk

splayed & sublime

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avenues asleep

always full of nests

                       dimmed under full skies

so

                       quilted catastrophes

behind blinds are our

conversations

imagined

under the bed—

& in the soft cladding of

                  night walks with streetlight

                  animating

                  scratched red mailboxes

& turning back to

the house that talks itself

                       into being

your shrimpish frame

unmoved until who

knows what

Groundwork

together indexing paddocks

as sites of action

in fallen winter sun

towards a manifesto

of clutter & commune,

the quarter-acre fluxus

event, our laboratory for

land flattening, mystical in the

dark air with elegant foreign

accents & egrets, attentive

agents arranging the scene

for new visitors stopping for a

sunset, assembled as totems on

dry and heavy landlocked hills,

persuaded the view is clean

About the contributor

Barnaby Smith is a poet, journalist and musician from Sydney. Poetry has appeared in Cordite, Southerly, FourW, Foam:e, and others. His arts and music criticism has appeared in or at Rolling Stone, The Guardian, Australian Book Review, and others. He records music as Brigadoon. www.brigadoon.bandcamp.com

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