Kris Tammer (Australia)
It hurts to be someone.
Way down deep in your doppler gut.
A speeding train doesn’t care and you wish
you had trained clouds to be better
skywriters instead of spying on their
eavesdropping of lotus eaters.
Now the pious plinth is stuck in traffic and
bearing down on us all.
Or we’re piling into it, in this,
the year of the heartbeat
where to boldly go at your goat or
get it tenderloinly
is to shakedown the great nevertheless
and patent void-stepping as the latest craze.
It’s a shame the world doubles over
and vomits more & more atmospheric pressure
but I like how a misstep becomes a way forward
and any given instant plays walk the planck
as if we were mammalian furniture in captivity
where the pre-arranged dinner party of the instincts
and always there’s a draught from the attic
breathing down our necks.
Kris Tammer. Escape artist from Melbourne Australia currently working on latest trick – escaping the country without leaving.