Granite Redoubt  

Waiting for the gasman
the centrifugal force of parenting, the wow and flutter
stars forlorn in the waxy ochre of the crescents gases
underground fissures open up to receive the washed away poor
funnelled under on plumes of brown scum
star analytical, don't think about grace, dominate with effervescent energy, a clap of the hands can puncture the intolerable claustrophobia in the room caused by your pain body crowding out everything
broken metrics, cornerstone integral to the journey south via airport, yes we are flying this time, it should be by definition a holiday of course.  Look down at myths below then clay, shale and gasses possibly. Gulls wheel over the dump , to the north east Forest Island where it is the tradition to briefly embalm courtesans before flinging them without ceremony into the brine.