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On my journeys through forgotten nights
I collect my dreams,
trade them for indulgences and bitcoins
with the goddess of the godless:
the deity of pillows,
of changing sheets, of hiding,
commander and distracter,
of games and roles,
played and yet to be.
I saw my future gracelessly,
by any appreciative species.
But if I could travel back, rewind
the taper of reality, I’d tell myself
it’s safer not to start a thought
For my vanity, for my venial sinfulness,
a penitential tithing of my dreams
is owed to Antimony.
four reveries or so
I burn repeatedly in a dead-end street
with hyperbolic steepness.
My car won’t start and I’m not in it.
I find myself between the bushes and
the origami birds;
the sky’s old-fashioned grey,
cardboard glued with cotton wool.
Cubes are tumbling from the eucalyptus trees,
trailing dots and dashes, falling on
an infinite plane.
Before the morning’s mirror
with eyes as black as anthracite,
I see the jostle of geometry,
city crowds and flightless vectors.
everyone’s as certain as a set square,
everyone’s definitive and unafraid
but the songs we sing
we sing with kookaburras at sunrise.
I’m waiting with my mother
at a bus stop by the shores of Botany Bay.
On the steel horizon, the ships she sent
are motionless, undisputed,
her judgement not to tolerate
the slightest imperfection.
The bus arrives. I leave alone.
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Antimony, the unexpected bus driver,
is uniformed sky-blue, gold buttons
unbuttoned at the top,
and imitation calfskin boots.
I pay my fare in dreams.
So you dream about me, I’m a goddess
and a bus driver…
She laughs and turns the music up.
… called Antimony in calfskin boots.
Don’t make me laugh, I have to pay attention
to the road.
She laughs harder
and lets go of the steering wheel.
I’m going to write a poem about every element in the periodic table. Ha ha, no I’m not. I might do rubidium on a Tuesday though.
Michael Dransfield’s precis from Cassandra too: nothing is true/and so much left undone.
George McCrae (1974), Rock Your Baby.
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