I am seeing things clearly
I spy the curvature of the earth
a lady in a straw hat walked past
I swore I could smell her talcum powder
the last text you sent
made me think of a poem by Gregory Corso
the fabric of our world is unravelling
one sleeve at a time
I ask no questions
of the brooding eucalypts
my legs have been crossed for so long
they have both gone numb
I am never going to be small enough
to slip through the gaps in this park bench
the plugs in my ears make me aware
of my heartbeat’s own echo chamber
I understand symbiosis
how the tuna needs the brine
I have never seen dead grass
with such a golden hue
Dominic Symes is a Creative Writing PhD Student at University of Adelaide, Australia, and Winner of 2015 National Under-25 Literary Magazine “Voiceworks” Poetry Prize.
