Poem For Sale

My Poem "hotel universo" (which appears below - in full) is currently for sale. The poem was auctioned last month at an unnamed literary location though failed to attract sufficient interest from bidders. I'm thinking the poem would suit a magazine or journal or somebody with a sense of humour. I expect it's worth about eighty-five dollars though I'm willing to negotiate on this. Also, if anyone's got anything they'd like to offer, we could do a swap. Or, I'm plain willing to buy your poems. Let me know what you've got. Get me here, or on 0404 802 776.


hotel universo

bowties or butterflies:
the sauce of your choice.

an umbrella collapses.
the chairs are inseparable.

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this display a glass
bottomed gondola.

model train derailment
halfway into the mountain

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like restless in ‘the
method of immersion’

la lingua madre
surfacing for breath.

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bus stops pine needles carpet
the terra rossa tennis court.

imminent arrivals
text-to- destination.

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grammatically she says
you cannot enter the walls -

stick figure stuck
in a stone cell to illustrate.

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poems of place.
souvenir this that

his own little
piece of vesuvius.

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up/down some
unsigned street in pistoia

reception deserts us returns.
digging deep for lost vocab.

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and cinema centrale
settles it:

visiting mono-linguists
wilt in the provinces.

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puccini’s composure
smoking centre square.

uncorrupted: unembalmed.
don’t hold your breath for sainthood.

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most frequently
asked question.

what to feed the children:
death or fairytales.

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makes two of us
out of a tower’s skinny staircase

the renaissance
spills into the backyard.

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dialogue with
the hand-held guide.

tale of the twins
history and hearsay.

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somewhere more specific
than piazza napoleone…

…hotel universo.
see you at two.

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vatican declares
the way we worship

obscene wealth’s
‘a modern sin’.

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albeit belated your –
“xmas high-rise haiku”:

inflatable santas
hung from the balconies/with care.

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thank you gesture
the eyes of the mime.

could’ve/should’ve.
squeezed the accordion in.

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almost a memory
that pillion rider’s

shirt-tail billow
ing into the past.

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in your dreams!
a skybed absorbs local turbulence.

home to
culture shock.