Les Wicks


Hard to be deep in a Sydney summer.

Kids at the Cronulla surf carnival slash at the water while

a pod of dolphins refuses to worry.

Unburdened planes take off –

they’re all empty because no one is leaving this.


Even I have energy & the water fountain

is sponsored by ANSTO[1].

Each evil will die sooner or later than me,

I look up as the fish applaud.


Regrets have the crusty veracity of scabs.

Why didn’t I ever keep a real job? I

could have started a cult, was

a half-good railworker for a while.

Inner city,

but near the coast

social equity

but I was never social.


In my head

life & decay metastasise equally, something

akin to justice

before a jury of gulls.


[1] Australian Nuclear Science and Technology Organisation


Les Wicks has toured widely and seen publication in over 350 different magazines, anthologies & newspapers across 28 countries in 13 languages. His 13th book of poetry is Getting By    Not Fitting In (Island, 2016). leswicks.tripod.com/lw.htm

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