Evelyn Araluen - Dropbear Poetics
May. 19th, 2019 04:33 am Tiddalik say
I’m such great thirst
I will drain the land
and drag my big fat belly
across the empty sea
Bunyip say
I’m gonna gobble you up
if you step waters where I sleep
and with wet claws I will snatch
your spine and ankles to fill them
with stain and stench
what the Mopoke say
don’t need saying
if you grown up under his eyes
now here’s the part
you write Black Snake down
for a dilly of national flair
true god you don’t know how wild I’m gonna be
to every fucking postmod blinky bill
tryna crack open my country
mining in metaphors
for that place you felt felt you
somewhere in
the Royal National
Waagan says use heart
but I am rage and dreaming
at the gloss green palm fronds
of this gentry aestheantique
all this potplanting in our sovereignty
a garden for you to swallow speak our blood
if you’re taking that talk
you gotta scrape it from my schoolhouse walls
filter gollywog ashtray snugglepot kitsch
into your pastoral deconstruct
fill four’n twenty pies
with artisan magpies
if you sever their heads
you can wear them to the doof
I say rage and dreaming
for making liar the lyrebird
for making mimetic
the power Baiami gave
when Ribbon’s mischief swallowed first life
ochre dust
creation breath
ancestor song
we aren’t here
to hear you poem
you do wrong you get wrong
you get
gobbled up
Overland Issue 230
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I’m such great thirst
I will drain the land
and drag my big fat belly
across the empty sea
Bunyip say
I’m gonna gobble you up
if you step waters where I sleep
and with wet claws I will snatch
your spine and ankles to fill them
with stain and stench
what the Mopoke say
don’t need saying
if you grown up under his eyes
now here’s the part
you write Black Snake down
for a dilly of national flair
true god you don’t know how wild I’m gonna be
to every fucking postmod blinky bill
tryna crack open my country
mining in metaphors
for that place you felt felt you
somewhere in
the Royal National
Waagan says use heart
but I am rage and dreaming
at the gloss green palm fronds
of this gentry aestheantique
all this potplanting in our sovereignty
a garden for you to swallow speak our blood
if you’re taking that talk
you gotta scrape it from my schoolhouse walls
filter gollywog ashtray snugglepot kitsch
into your pastoral deconstruct
fill four’n twenty pies
with artisan magpies
if you sever their heads
you can wear them to the doof
I say rage and dreaming
for making liar the lyrebird
for making mimetic
the power Baiami gave
when Ribbon’s mischief swallowed first life
ochre dust
creation breath
ancestor song
we aren’t here
to hear you poem
you do wrong you get wrong
you get
gobbled up
Overland Issue 230
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via IFTTT
