S K Kelen
Legends
Legends in their own minds they
were legends like when Darryl killed
a bloke in his own street just hit the guy
full in the face with a garden spade ’cos he
wanted to hear the bloke’s head go bwang
though he only thought he would knock the c…
out cold the poor fuckin stupid c…
just dropped dead so now poor Darryl’s on the lam
Queensland. Darryl’s brother Darren never got
in bad trouble but he sure was a poofter for a fight.
He didn’t look much but he hospitalised
so many poor bastards for looking sideways
or getting in the way, it’s bad luck
when your luck runs out, hey?
Cecilia Morris
Rapture
Her immaculate bedroom
mermaid sculptures in miniature,
shells, dried sea horses, dead puffer fish.
Butterflies mounted on pins, blue wings speared.
Only one encounter tonight
a gentleman of deceit
not a regular he wore black satin gloves.
poised with a need of cold steel.
Inhale and exhale will collide.
In early morning he stepped up
into a halo of sunlight.
A strand of champagne hair clung to his collar.
A sparrow fell unfastened to lie on the concrete doorstep.