B. R. Dionysius

(1969 - / Queensland / Australia)

Flow My Tears The Cs-X Said - Poem by B. R. Dionysius

Our car has been autumised.

The late twentieth century shitbox

adjusts to the earth’s quick gear change,

filters reason’s dead flakes between

its meniscus of windscreen & bonnet;

parasites wind-farm through tin gill slits.

Oak leaves finger it. Alien scales shaved

on pre-winters’ kitchen bench. Materials:

organic matter on white metal background.

Our car has the mechanical equivalent

of bowel cancer. Rust cells eat into its arse end.

Salt, the micro-recycler, iron’s crystalline enemy

gives rise to robotic Alzheimer’s - production line

memories. The first time summer turned over.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012



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