New Poetry with Audio!
Alex McDermottís writing has appeared in Australian Book Review and elsewhere.
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. Donít
wash in sawdust, donít 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 Ė† these are the birth procedures,
the crying like all the people do, just get over
what you canít understand, itís not personal
the cosmos is just built that way. A quiet,
wordless, self contained joy. I have not clung.