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Fernando Pessoa.

Carved on a stone, in the park, a poem
by Fernando Pessoa, since it was written
in Portuguese I didn’t understand it, but
nevertheless savoured the words them
rolled them on my tongue and enjoyed
the internal rhyme.

She came had been to the dentist new,
gleaming teeth, she looked radiant and
kissable so I took her out for dinner;
the poem could wait, for now, but I’ll be
back to night, armed with a dictionary to
see if it was a poem about love or satire.

Morning Raid

I hear the swishing sound of the helicopter gunship coming
our way, dogs whine and hide in barns as the chopper hangs
in the air just outside the kitchen window blowing up a dust
storm. A solder slides down a rope I open the window, he
hands me a toaster and smartly salutes before climbing back up.

When I plug in the toaster it detonate in a cacophony of finely
chopped rainbows, bacon in the frying pan burns a plume of
reeking smoke thickens the air. Chopper down, hit by a ground
to air missile; I settle for oats mixed with cream and strawberry
As dogs turn feral and tear into crispy bacon.

The New Poor

Many middleclass people are poor, I read,
when house and car are paid for there is no
money for food; they could sell the car and
move to a smaller house, but the indignity of
no longer being thought of as middleclass,
stops them from doing just that. Trapped in
a spiral of debt and their own insatiability,
they are stuck in semi poverty mitigated by
new the Volvo in the driveway

Oxjam Event

OXJAM Open mic/Jam Night

Wed 24th October, 8pm

Roasted Addiqtion Cafe, New North Rd, Kingsland

Performers $2.50, non-performers $5.

Come out and add your voice to help make trade fair. All proceeds go to Oxfam who will match our efforts. Homemade jam for sale too.

To register to read or play text OXJAM + your name to 027 203 4847 or show up on the night and put your name down.

Cheers.

Anna Kaye