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[aid] => mick
[title] => Grommet
[time] => 2007-07-05 15:04:10
[hometext] => Australians will know what a Grommet is. For my stepbrother, Liam.
[bodytext] => A larcenous dusky gull eyes the soldier crab, body like a coin sized cobalt coloured pea and eight legged, like a cartoon spider writhing on the end of your hook, little robot with haywire circuitry. Your blue bait bucket clatters with their movements. Them, and the opaque yabbies with orange claws you piped from muddy, finger-deep holes before dawn. Greater acrobats among them leap out, pulse then dehydrate to lutefisk On the ashen planks of the jetty. "Any luck, grommet"? you turn, smile at me the way you smile at police. "Nup", shaking your head. you've yet to grow into longer sentences; the blue-collar heavy as roadbase, the increasing number of the clock's numerals that don't belong to you, the mortgage heavy as a marriage. It is june. The Myrtles strew their lemon-sherbert odours, in the clear bay- chasing rivulets that wind through the banks of sediment, brown layer over white like tiramisu the mullet flash like knives. This is what you'll come back to, one day with the irony of the person you'd never have grown into; the pink faces of the dune posies trampled out of the direction the infinite wind has pushed towards for hours as you race towards hard sand with scalding heels, the fastboard under your arm determined to fly up with the osprey. One day, Grommet. In a traffic Jam, in your office booth when in the death rattle of a fluroscent light bulb you'll remember the drag tinkling like broken glass under the bite-gauging pulley of your finger, In the highest note of your boredom whistle the song your taught line played in the wind moments before you skinned a whiteing out of its chainmail, when it's you, late, on a jetty, rationalising the minutes in a suit, staring out at the water like an old photograph, saying nothing. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 21 [informant] => neo-theatre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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