2. Things That HappenA Poem by Brett HernanYou want to be protected. You step back when the
fight starts because when the cops arrive and you’re there being
slung across the room when they walk in... Look, I’m missing this. The subtitles are in French. He wished she’d come back but he knew
that by now she would’ve had so many colours run through her hair
that it would exclude any resemblance to the memory. It was fifty-fifty each way every night. I keep looking up just after
they’ve said something. Anyway, I need to clean my teeth. Slightly
damaged egg laying chickens, no longer for sale. Saboteur’s
candles. It turned out to be an all nighter.
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Added on June 16, 2016 Last Updated on January 6, 2017 Tags: australian poet, tasmania, hobart, australian writer, australian poetry, poetry, australian writing, australian poems AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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