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Litoria Peroni

by James Walton (follow)
The scrawling rusty guillotine falls
in snowy foothills, balancing
a creaking door raising hair
where follicles were barren.
Throats are opened through seasons’
haunting wetlands, ghosting jelly
rides in armour until the light
escapes the kidnapper’s banter.
Makes speech in estuarine lakes
shallow from desire,
listens for a kindly sigh or breath
the voice caught in the channel.
Birthing to the sea reeds
fresh water looses tonal haling,
the maniacal cackle makes the leap
between the wandering spirit and being.


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