Thursday 21 September 2017

Michael Farrell

Michael Farrell

AFTER THE TOUR, OR TIRADE ON SHITVILLE

 

Unloosening my tie at the petrol
station leads her to taking down
her hair. Running out of casinos
at dawn; ambivalence, tragedy
playing badminton. Better that than
a stale burlesque. The aquarium?
La plage? Are you jollying me?
A town that puts glitter on its
windows. Where you walk the
footpath in vain for a pizza boy
to ask a rhetorical question …
You don’t care what you inhale
there. Divorce just a change of
hooks (is it any different elsewhere?
Happiness a cancelled train, a
death in another city. There
newspaper readers are intelligent-
sia. So I get a cut brow, and chomp
the wrong fruit; I’m lost, it isn’t
my country anymore. The pros-
titutes all come prematurely
The pools are dry and the truck-
driving flies have driven away
the youth. Would you be a
moon for the lunatics here?
Strip singing like you’re the
local hero? They don’t have match-
books, they don’t have sugar in
packets. This merdeville, this
place du bonjour arsehole
We kiss eventually on the pier
I lie in bed with you: looking at
your tattoo. Elsewhere is my home …
others are my family – you are
those others

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MICHAEL FARREL‘s most recent book is open sesame (Giramondo 2012). He is the coeditor of Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets (Puncher and Wattmann 2009). He took part in the Prague Microfestival in 2009, and has recent poems in Jacket 2 and Vlak. He lives in Melbourne.

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Read more by Michael Farrell:

 
Two poems in Jacket 2
A poem in Cordite

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