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M.L. Emmett

St Kilda Dawn (Melbourne, Victoria)

Sherbet morning sky
orange juice sun glare
squeezes out
a flavour spectrum
of gelato delight
a sky to slowly suck upon.

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Backstreet Beauty

in Abbotsford

Rusty corrugated iron fences
concrete slabbed
loading bays
of old factories.

In pitted courtyards
disdainful weeds
sprouting
gaudy and tall
through cracking tarmac

purples and yellows
mirror-imaged
in oily-puddled
potholes.

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Natasha in the Snow

For Natasha Richardson 2009

Beneath the snow
lie rocks and stones
that have no surprises
but hardness.

Beneath the skull
lie blood and bone
that hide possibilities
in softness.

Two surfaces collide
in chance and time
spaces are filled
with the heaviness
and swell of blood

pressure pushing tight
Cranium restrictive

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Search for Mr Right

Apparently it's official
the search for Mr Right
has been abandoned.

After due consideration -
one Vodka Cranberry Tonic
two Manhattans -

There's nothing left to do
but smoke your last cigarette
outside

line up the Tequila shots
with lemon wedges
and salt

and after two hours
of rigorous hip-like-a-ho
Beyonce-butt-dancing

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This is not Manet's Paris

This is not Edouard Manet's Paris
Not that white marble bar, un bar aux Folies-Bergere
with that peachy round, velvet-corseted young woman
soft unseen hands of a lacy courtesan
on display with the pale pink roses and juicy mandarins
facing the elegant 19th C chandeliered room
and her gentleman admirers.

No this is Brack's Bar
Melbourne in the fifties
when the Collins Street mob
have knocked off
to schooner themselves
'til six o'clock and home.

Squared and angular this woman is omnipotent
A working mother with dark shadowed eyes
she offers nothing more than serving drinks
and mopping up the mess men leave behind
working stoical hands planted on the bar ready

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