Poetry by Tracie Lark

MY ELEGANT HOON

My elegant hoon, my flint by sunrise
Striking tar with her tortured car
You are
The girl whose exhaust drips
The girl whose fan-belt whips
Angelic red strands stick
To bubble gum lips
Meniscus

My elegant hoon, my wildfire flower
Blitzing life with her scorching desire
You are
The girl who picks her nose
The girl who flicks her woes
From dust beaten windows
My fiery rose
Manifestos

HELL’S GATE
Hurutini had a steaming heart,
roiling emotions, toiling soul so
plunged herself ...

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