Drive-by

drive-by

Here’s a poem I wrote back in my early twenties, in homage to one of my favourite people, and poets, Π.O. As a performer, I love the attention he pays to all the stuff apart from words – pauses, glitches, accents, tone, expression. He seems to give us permission to be bold, experiment, play; to love language in its most ordinary forms.

Oh yes; this is a true story. Sydney was a crazy place back then.

 

*Image by MaxPixel licensed CC0

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