Laurence James Duggan Poems

Bill Doggett and Earl Bostic: Trading Licks
a great compilation
always reminds me of Ken
probably still at work
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Ascending Mt Cannibal in rain-heavy air
– a few moments between downpours
allowed for the summit.
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Monk’s Coming
on the Hudson's
about appropriate
for breakfast.
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I have to write a poem
for a poetry reading
in the House of Parliament.
It’s the House they don’t use
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or the light reflected off metal structures on the roof of the laboratory prior to a storm. The whitish sheets over a darkening sky, a series of regular solids, an obsessive repetition of inarticulate demands. Elsewhere there are
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there is nothing
to make of it
or to make it of
save what lies about
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Fixed ideas arrive on the beach;
as the storm falters
they disport themselves, will make
colourful patterns for art photography,
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Fern shapes in rock;
sponges
solidified in fluctuating neon;
human digits
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Listening to the Dandenong line trains
exploding detonators all day long,
hearing at one o’clock sharp
Blue Hills on the radio while eating
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. . . . dragon shape clouds over the national capital
Malcolm Fraser’s feet stick out the end of the bed

thick forest around Brindabella
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