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winter failing
DeformedLion

i can distract apples away from trees,
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can farm the south to the east
 2
as if direction were the compass of what mattered.
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the cosmic buzz of leaves-
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deciduous, swirl like stormclouds,
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i am an australian unicorn,
 6
forelock like hanging branch.
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our winters are pole fishing
 8
for memory- one of drizzle, the other
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of rome, tense slaughters
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  in a roast of cheers, you could
 11
 
 
confuse the columns for heartache
 12
  of blood pumping to the top and pressing
 13
cells, old clumps of dead writers;
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  tell you what
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those red drips on the sky, that buzz
 16
of a powerline, i know i said purple
 17
but i was blushing behind the clouds-  my own
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legs are strawberry fields, they are hooves
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tracking backward for the seed,
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could be a slight wind from the south
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pointing springward.
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australia is the harvest of skin, writing itself on bark- it is words of dew and eucalypt,
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it could be a summer of volume: heat stroke
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and shark, or the winter’s bone drumming.
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i can eat roo and seed,
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  can side my eyes to the
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  slaughter, or break  
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  branches.
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let the winter be, it is a softer apple than you know- one of worms, of ropes twisting sadly.
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let the winter be, it can’t hurt us anymore than love.
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7 Mar 19

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