Featuring Stu Hatton

Photograph by Monica Barratt


poem

no signal, no receiver

*

perhaps only a god

*

for those still in play, a need

to know where your dead are buried

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‘showing no fear’

(a displacement)

*

lay a stream here

skimming

& often something

over-attracts,

proves downfall

(‘mostly you have

to stick your mind

somewhere’)

but it’s not

too late to sleep yourself

to fame in some commode

deep/wide trouble/mouth

you obsess over ever
kissing their glitter forever

a forcefield making

a liar of selves you heft up
corkscrew path thru

gauzy rain too spent to be sui
generis why not thread straight

to veiled garden that neck of

the web’s a set text to settle

problems of sex ‘once & for all’ &

lie deeply unhappy clasping miniature

sun-gong that chimes ‘you’ll

get there’ i.e. turn to bone still

world-hungry the ravens magnet

the viper-road since life’s an

unfair music already past

& you’re not the sort to chance

your fetish or kiss your own neck

to get the gig teaching in the

cloud’s ever-shifting borders

seems the dark-knived pinstriped

logic looms preeminent ’til unpaid

interns overtake the complex oh

so far-fetched & ringroaded

in the land of the finished

you cannot do good work



Bio:

Stu Hatton is a freelance editor & writer. He also works in mental health research at the University of Melbourne. His poems have appeared in The Age, Best Australian Poems 2012, Cordite Poetry Review, Overland and elsewhere. He has published two poetry collections: How to be Hungry (2010) and Glitching (2014). 

Some links:

http://outerblog.tumblr.com (blog)
http://twitter.com/StuHatton (Twitter)
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/stuhatton (Lulu author page)
http://payhip.com/stuhatton  (Payhip author page)