UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
CECILY NIUMEITOLU

breaking up, again

youíre not
the sea
a siren
or a shell
youíre a fist
in my mouth
the flint
of metal
silting
my brackish
lungs
youíre not
sentimental
youíre paid for
and gratify me
in the morning
as I let you slip
in me with a cup
of tea and again
in the night
when I twist you
like a fatal thought
on my back
doorstep, too coy
to be fondled
for too long, you
multiply badly
in my ashtray, but
youíre smarter
than you let on Ė
Iíve seen
your tongue
in other poets
& roadworkers
clapping
themselves
your enlightened
smog, Iím a hog
for you, Iíd snort
you if I could...
but letís be honest,
weíre not right
for each other,
Iím unsatisfied
every time
youíre near
gone...I guess
thatís it
just one last bang?
and then lady
nicotine, Iím done


Cecily has pubished with Voiceworks,
Dotlit, Australian Reader and Vibewire's
annual Interface mag







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