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Epitaph from a smart dog.

"While I lay there in my bed last night, half-asleep & half-awake, listening to the violence of the rain just a few feet above me, I was thinking about the particular colour of floodwater. Tea with milk or coffee with milk; sometimes tannic, sometimes yellowish, but always turbid, thick with mud & other shit. A colour we didn’t used to know, but now we know. That colour— floodwater colour— is the 2020s in Aotearoa New Zealand." —Rosie Whinray via

"(there comes a point when taking nature’s call in a bucket loses its frontier charm)..."

"a deeper engagement with the spiders"

pumpkin-headed harp song
hark to tased marquee
the josh-wizard's jazz set
juggles the Bond condoms
high roulette hitsmudge
harsh positive feedback

to Bogart day's tugboat
Telstar was a hit once
at Frankford woned frondbrush
afraid to right titrate
blue & red spied sparkle
spirulina choirboy

engine light still stodging
stirious sear-nova
by day & night dirtswarm
draws us on to Oz green
war as ever erring
orange cone my onus

pumpkin-headed harp song

Idiot Wind.