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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 5)

And finally… the myth reveals itself. Here is the closing section of the poem, with links back to parts 1 – 4, so you can take in the whole poem if you so wish. Big thanks to Ashley and Cindy for playing on this one.

Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 1)
Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 2)
Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 3)
Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 4)

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It will be meat cleaver
swift/ the clipping
of hooves over tree
roots/ a warning hoot
from an owl/ quickening
the pulse’s arrhythmic
thrum/ your name whispered/
taste of blood on your tongue

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You may touch the machinery while moving
the angel is not in the wreckage

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Collars are chipped and rumour
has it, with just one click an earwig
will hatch, hungry for brains

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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 4)

Here is the penultimate part of the epic Project 823, featuring my Friday Night friends, Ashley Martin and Cindy Keong… Oh, the myths we make!

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Something like a contraction:
you will want to stop the car
for this, like a rare botanical
work. But you are unadorned
you did as you were told
for the sake of the golden plate.
Everyone hears the heaving:
your weight in metal

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The river peeling reflections, salutes all
walking prey, braids cormorants in our hair

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Wrap the day in marigolds and white
sugar: feet throb with grief
but we will feast at midnight

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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 3)

Here’s the third installment of Project 823, written in collaboration with Ashley Martin & Cindy Keong. Ah yes, the myths we make…

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Dark fires humming and the murmur
of cliffs/ pulled by the kiss of a selkie
tail vanishing in hallucinating eyes/
tantamount to the sleep of rapids/ gnarled
oceanic spooks raining and green/ the night
washed with pumice/ there absolutely
there/ the shark’s love for humanity/
biting down hard on a promise not kept

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Remove her skin, bury it deeper than a
secret, pray your offspring are blind

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This process will not offend participants
happy to produce a variety of forms
even after three days, dancing

 

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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 2)

The second in the Urban Myths series, featuring Ashley Martin, Cindy Keong & this Lost Shark is now complete, so over the next couple of days, expect a hit of the unexpected, the astonishing and the down right weird as together we combine minds and words to make our own myths.

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Viagra can be used as a slow release fertilizer
but is unlikely to aid in prolonging your
festive season and promise me you will act
at least mildly surprised that Catholic priests
actively groom young girls to adorn their car
windscreens with frangipanis, so forgive me
when instead I buy you a flute
just as our relationship ends

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We will need a night ceremony, a woman
with a wig and the shoes of the girl in front of her

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A bellying roar that scrapes the dark
where marrow and tomorrow meet: old toys and
the bones of lovers: assurances to the infants we are

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Project 823: Urban Myths

I have now embarked on part II of Project 823: Urban Myths, this time collaborating with my Friday Night Lights friends, Ashley Martin and Cindy Keong. It is already shaping up to be mindbendingly good, twisting the idea of urban myths like Uri Gellar near a cutlery draw. Here’s the opening section… the ‘who wrote what’ will again remain unspoken.

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Project 823: Urban Myths

Though I am in possession of so many peaches
and their sugar can be turned into titanium
the nine billionth cell phone will drop earth from its orbit
unless the PIN is typed in reverse, check your candy:
it was definitely Edgar Hoover who made us
the code tucked into granola is the same red dye
and tastes like the ghostly hitchhiker’s favorite lipstick
showing up in the x-rays of people she’s been with

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Trees do not exist as we used to know them
now the woods eat children like jubes

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Orthopedic surgeons and vets profit the most from a half price
sale on frozen turkeys; rehabilitation must include fresh air, consider
a smear of toothpaste behind each ear if bushwalking on dimly lit trails

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