New Poetry with Audio!

Criticism

Alex McDermott’s writing has appeared in Australian Book Review and elsewhere.

Dawn

This sad voice is true. The skyscraper spoke aloud,

spoke of many things, before concluding:

Yet the world is so wide and of girls there are

many, why must we argue & fight over

who gets the right to fuck with this one or

that? This sad voice is true. All guests

feel welcome in the grand house, where

I go to change the smell of my feet. Don’t

wash in sawdust, don’t wash in people or

manure, just wash your clothes & daisy

chains right here in my belly by golly.

The skyscraper spoke aloud in the clouds

of the anarchic charms of infatuation, of

draining the excess, of

sexing the drain, then said this:

To make all things wise, see – these are the birth procedures,

the crying like all the people do, just get over

what you can’t understand, it’s not personal

the cosmos is just built that way. A quiet,

wordless, self contained joy. I have not clung.