you would not want to take a photograph of us.

i am working on her teeth & notice the gums to be paler

which is also a colour.

*

the stain of brown will have to stay

i am over the handbasin which says

vitreous china & when you drop the teeth

they sound tinny. i have a big head toothbrush.

*

a calculation of how much she smoked

turns up 2 million one hundred seventeen thousand

which sounds like a number from google.com

*

there is a picture of her & my mother

with cigarettes poking from their nose

chainsmokers it was called.

*

in the 70s false teeth were popular.

*

3

All hobby roads
lead to hobby city

beresford street

i am in my street

with a junket for this ambulance

parked up on a lawn

*

the red cross truck

in quick brown fox

*

i am asking which police officer

what happened

& for all gory to see

he smiles a killeen winner

*

a gun & a foot

& we are looking for the reason

he says.

*

i am a slow volvo

pulling away

aware of the

2 foot driving rule

*

i am a rubbernecker –

a chiropractor’s

dream swivelling at 40

bucks a pop

*

details are sketchy –

breeze

& sun & a cheap letterbox

are dead certs.

*

my diction is quick

when i ask a photographer

from the Little Local

how close did you get

*

close enough he says

to see only one foot

attached

& a knob of swaddling

left.

*

he says it was about

the other guy’s julie

& how she be going from

foot to foot

up 2 garden paths

of 2 marines.

*

which is why you would

want to shoot the other guy’s foot out

grahams beach, bach

this kiss we take

is made for our hips

we salmon on in to each other’s clocks

with a light switch on string

you pull from the ceiling

*

& here we are arriving

at the sugar of our lives

*

our children sleeping in their

weeny duvet skins ~

kina & creamery

*

what price would you pay

& from which shop

*

the sea out front

is a font in italic –

the forward curl

*

we think how lucky we are

on the peninsula.

*

float

Here is a day for water. Of the wet

morning & all day long. Our concrete

path she floods. We woke to lakes.

Up in our roof where we sleep

drops fall.

The legend of the crying windows.

We escape to no part of the house.

To our rainy traffic – hullo.

Over a long time inside the world

floated us out.

pink roe

i happened to say to them i was in deep love

with flounder & the way they have their eyes

so close

for breakfast i could eat one each day of my life

& goodluck is the pink roe

*

so with an underwaterlight

& spear they aimed at shadowy things for me

the stingray with a decent wingspan

lived on & rocks took a hammering

*

breathing in the morning at my face

with its doctor hauschka toner on

he said

we were all-stars lastnight