Down slow (song of samsara)
Beneath the drugs
this is what I am
(very naked)
this is my face:
skin torn up
like carpet,
pair of choking eyes
Have to get sick to slow
                down
standing in the quickfire
the lanes of dust
grabbing at particles
my hands
trying to eat clouds
the roads between us
the fish of light
the millions
have to get sick to slow down,
freeze the eyelake over
see the fish of light
frozen swimmers
a library of ice
let's learn to swim down here
while we're dark
our bodies solved
our bodies are much older
than we, than we think
our bodies know everything
have to get sick
to glimpse you
                             you
not some death girl
forearms awarded
parallel wounds
(you were laying new roads
with the knife)
skin torn up
like carpet,
pair of choking eyes
this is what you are (too)
beneath the drugs
down slow
Stu Hatton is a poet based in Melbourne, Australia whose work has been
published in various journals, e-zines and anthologies. He recently
completed an MA at Deakin University, where he teaches professional
and creative writing. In 2006 he was awarded an Australian Society of
Authors mentorship, which he undertook with Dorothy Porter throughout
2007. He has a book-in-progress entitled How to be hungry.
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