those lethargic bills ……..they all arrive at once
when you’re buried in polygamous sands
the new hour glass still frothing over the sill
& your cart runs out of punk on the way
to the dunes

…………..are you already dead or just
hanging round for a gap in the traffic
wings flapping in camouflaged panic.. it’s
a tricky journey through that senile myth
of tinsellated boughs …..could your dna
snuggle up in a plasma bassinette…. how
many planets would greet you if you tap
or track

 **

joanne burns is a Sydney writer of poetry/prose poems, short fiction, and monologues.

Two other poems by joanne burns
‘squink’ & ‘pot luck’
appear in the print version of P76 Issue 9
available for $20 (plus postage and handling)
from Rochford Cottage Bookshop

P76 issue 9: Poetries of place/ displacement/ diaspora/ odyssey: On-line Edition. Table of Contents