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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 502442" data-attributes="member: 2292">Fair enough.&nbsp; Haven't really posted poetry anywhere in a while, so this is fairly old.&nbsp; The thesis was fairly short as such things go, part of a two year bridge between my undergrad and PhD.&nbsp; Largely delt with the poetics of space, the blank page and representations of my home town.&nbsp; It got me to my PhD, where I've not ignored poetry in favore of something completely different <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />Johnson St, Southport, 9:27 PMUnder streetlightstarlightgrey moths and batswe walkPast the half-formed husksof growing townhouse/unitsPast the black frontof the abandoned corner storePast the quiet facesof houses sleepingThis place is dormantbetween the hours of nine and breakfastArm in arm we walkcurious about random-scatterroom lights peeking outbehind half-drawn blindsTo pass the timewe theorise:&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; See there&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Someone’s in there&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Some no-frills husband&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; generic brand wife&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; making time &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; for themselves&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; while the kids sleep&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; See there&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; that’s a granny flat&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; one-bedroom&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; one lonely guy&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; passed out on the floor&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 60 watts burning&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; See there&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; that’s the house of young guys&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; doleys, new start&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; first start really&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; settling in, three days before payday&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Buffy, Dawsons, Ally McBeal&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the best of mid-week programming&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; while they wait out&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the absence of VBWe each cast three shadows on the bitumencount the stars past the streetlightsThe houses don’t give much awaybut you can guess what they’re hidingThe street prefers silencethis time of nightnothing to hear but the slow beatingof the suburban heartThe air’s clear tonightno petrochemical aftertastethe sound of the surfdrifts infrom the other side of the BroadwaterTonight, we walk Johnson togetherArm in armthrough the veins of suburbia</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 502442, member: 2292"] Fair enough. Haven't really posted poetry anywhere in a while, so this is fairly old. The thesis was fairly short as such things go, part of a two year bridge between my undergrad and PhD. Largely delt with the poetics of space, the blank page and representations of my home town. It got me to my PhD, where I've not ignored poetry in favore of something completely different :) [B]Johnson St, Southport, 9:27 PM[/B] Under streetlight starlight grey moths and bats we walk Past the half-formed husks of growing townhouse/units Past the black front of the abandoned corner store Past the quiet faces of houses sleeping This place is dormant between the hours of nine and breakfast Arm in arm we walk curious about random-scatter room lights peeking out behind half-drawn blinds To pass the time we theorise: See there Someone’s in there Some no-frills husband generic brand wife making time for themselves while the kids sleep See there that’s a granny flat one-bedroom one lonely guy passed out on the floor 60 watts burning See there that’s the house of young guys doleys, new start first start really settling in, three days before payday Buffy, Dawsons, Ally McBeal the best of mid-week programming while they wait out the absence of VB We each cast three shadows on the bitumen count the stars past the streetlights The houses don’t give much away but you can guess what they’re hiding The street prefers silence this time of night nothing to hear but the slow beating of the suburban heart The air’s clear tonight no petrochemical aftertaste the sound of the surf drifts in from the other side of the Broadwater Tonight, we walk Johnson together Arm in arm through the veins of suburbia [/QUOTE]

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