Disguises
discovered,
uncovered ...
scribbled upon ...
before the hunted
is woven,
smiling, terribly ...
into telegrams
and fictions,
decaying
beneath soil
where someone
said
we shall
never be
that verb.
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And in the gallery,
I discovered
an anonymous girl, on drugs,
a wild bush-teenager
slapping ripolin onto some old
scraps
of masonite,
lifted from a patrick
white novel
where thoughts of vivisection
and indigo merged
inside someone's body.
Her gun hovered,
a ghost ...
her disguise melted
into thin air.
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