Pam Brown Poems

hands so cold
fingers cold
tucked under legs
sitting in insect hiss
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the millennium train
whips past
the tollway to the Harbour Bridge
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these are the long years and these years
are the years which pass quickly.
these are the middle years.
these are the years when we realise
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born in a de-mountable, there you are now,
fifty-something years gone by not a disaster,
in the centre of the car-lined road,
a paper bag
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a yearned-for somewhere
adverb-physically
as lost as now
gazing across
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I’ve forgotten what to do
and I should be keeping that
to myself
not to be too lyrical
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throttled and threatened
with being thrown
from the third tier
of the bricked-up block.
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this is all I will bring to you
from the deep humidity here
where everything about this evening hurts,
from the helpless beauty of the pale orange sky
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with oxygen,
it’s the cylinders.
with collage,
the bit
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