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3 poems by olive bly

Sep 2
2 min read

out walked


out walked the day & it went around&around there we go stop stop back at the door the

day said "sigh" & "sign" & it sang too out walked the whistling dad all happy all cheerful

even though it was all mucky muck out walked the whistling dad who didn't say "shit"

because he was polite even though it was all mucky muck there we go stop stop back at

the door the dad said "something" and tried again later when out walked the dam stop

stop it said "stop stop" said "stop"


o me o my


o me o my

it's cloud & it's different

again in (my) friend('s) place in the

placemat courting

watching & o no

not


or pattern

for the unremitting

eavesdropper years later in a long way

over an anxious "weeeeeeeeeeee(!)"––

achoo in all the extrusion

o ouch


spell(ing) about four circles


pins & needles sprout here too

arteries carry blue blood back

steady drizzle of an ongoing cold

don a red hat it looks red


pieces & niceties silent heave tremolo

arachnids cry breathe blood bark

sandy décolletage of an onlooking chad

drain a rustled heat it lends re-read


pirates & nonces sit hare two asses

crappy brie bread berserk slightly doe

of an offspring crud drain

a rushed heart it loses randomised


paralysis & names spat hole torso

assess clammy bee board bleak

say drive of[f] an overling crowd

demean a reviled ["]harlot["] it leaks [']round


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olive bly (Tangata Tiriti, Pākehā) is an outer-disciplinary artist of european descent

from Aotearoa (New Zealand), currently based in Naarm (Melbourne, Australia). Her debut poetry collection, chrysalis (d[i]s)section ̶ , was published in August 2025 with 5ever books.

 
 
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