Poetry

 

Whether you march to the beat of iambic pentameter, romantic sonnets, or prefer your poetry freeform, Brain drip aims to publish thoughtful, intriguing and bold new Australian poetry. Scroll down and give some a read.

 

 

Uptown?

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The cab driver shakes his head
when I look in his direction.
He’s not free.

I ask a passerby.
Which direction is uptown?
A few foreign words spill from her lips.
She probably thinks 
I’m asking for change.

It’s starting to rain a little.
I curse myself for leaving my umbrella
in the hotel room.

The traffic is loud and loathsome,
none of it going my way.
The taste of the morning’s coffee,
straight from the La Brea tar pits,
is still on my tongue.
I despise not knowing where I am.

I’m In Here

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A cup of orange juice sits on the table beside me. The sun sneaks in sheets through the shutters of my bedroom. I want to open the rest of my windows but I do not. The drink has sat there for a while. It warms in the sun, changing from juice to honey to amber gold...

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