Joanne Burns

(5 December 1945 - / Sydney / Australia)

Golden Triangle - Poem by Joanne Burns

when the martians moved in
to alaska boulevarde they
levelled the heritage dwellings
and built homes in the shape
of ovaries; on cold frosty
mornings you can see them out
on their crazy paved lawns
gilded to the hilt doing push
ups in net singlets and
smart bermuda shorts; when
they exhale the air fizzes
with the sport of tiny lime
green triangles and their silver
beet and snow pea hedges
sway in the gulf stream breeze —
like a cocktail of fresh wind
chimes their gossip begins


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  • Simon Collins (5/22/2012 3:25:00 PM)


    Hehe, great reading, ! , thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012



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