Kelly Poole

The last time you signed out

 

prompt me soup crackers ‘for how long 
mole skin not okay?’     to feel the way
days
blow through the sugar cane
that lapse, no kick at all, costly could it be
but mostly a divergent laundry
like finding $5 on the 426 bus
and pissing it away on failed poultry products
that assembly line of gross not
money for weeks ha ha
but the poultry couldn’t ask for mulch
if anything really     today being
an edit nickname moment  

where at the cheapest possible price
everybody loses their minds

 

 

 

 

Kelly Poole grew up in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. His poems have so far appeared in the Marrickville Pause. He currently lives in Wollongong floating between different jobs.

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