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Grafitti, Fitzroy North, 1980

by James Walton (follow)
Henri Matiss, The Blue Portfolio, courtesy I Require Art

I couldn’t understand a word of that letter
delivered in the envelope of your room
a tiny alcove posting above Rushall Crescent
while you cried throughout my incomprehension
trees forage while people salvage and the rest
better when you spoke it straight out
cutting off each finger at a time
the professor of religious studies
in his office or the tracks off surf coast beaches
and our old friend who set his feet on fire
warming them in the antique green gas oven afterwards
so long ago a day caught in gnashing cogs
stuck there grinding away shredding us to just friends
now of course the years notch and hold in place
maybe you had the right of it
I never loved you enough
perspective like graffiti gets washed away
and replaced with something else
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