don’t want your money

Here within the hour between dog and wolf, we look at one another and wonder if we will draw our weapons, here at twenty paces, the sun eclipsed overhead, sensation of pistol to palm and mind to matter.

Little to kill for, a few unnameable things for which we would die – only for this would we endure the endless victory of wrong over wrong.

Even job titles start to look attractive at this place in the game. I’m dancing with a stranger and I can feel a kernel skin of popcorn behind my teeth. He lets me lead a while. I walked too far. And need to get home.

It’s time to clean house.


Ten Failed Doomsday Prophecies and the End of the World, a collaboration between Iwan Wijono and Australian artists Eloise Maree (performer), Daniel Huey (sound designer), and Lucie McIntosh (video designer), Judith Wright Centre, 23 November.  Only took me three attempts to get to it. And it was worth it every time.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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