'The art of walking upright' by Glenn Colquhoun
Deep in the bath
the water climbs my neck
pages just above the water line
I'm almost back in New Zealand.
I can taste the salty fish & chips wrapped in The Dominion Post
Wellington's wind on my cheek
the tide wraps itself around the beach
as the London water curls its way down and out the drain.
We share a moon, and our sun carves the same path
but it's the two minute noodles, lava-lavas, eftpos, L&P, peanut slabs
the vege gardens, the Crown Lynn, Fly Buys, and Super 14
which make things so different.
And in a very unpoetic way, that is kind of how reading Glenn Colquhoun's 'The art of walking upright' makes me feel.
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