Sonnet: Lullaby


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Sonnet: Lullaby

These poems are available in print in John Tranter's Late Night Radio, Polygon Press, Edinburgh, 1998, from Gleebooks on the Internet in Sydney at

Listen to the Poet Read

I'm not jealous of your pet executives -

their coma therapy, their new guitars.

The latest boyfriend's hardly seventeen,

isn't that what the tabloids say?

In the cheap hotel, the heaps of magazines -

You Can't Go Back to Woop Woop, sobs

the big print. And the speed jerking

up the spinal column to its spasm above.

Now the sea heaps itself on the pillow

with its wacky promises, and you're floating

through the ceiling again. Tell sex to go

back to the playpen where it came from. Your

future's waiting: suburbia loud with radios,

telling you to wake up now, and do the shopping!


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