Timehorse, Museum

Surry Hills in the shod
clough in the stirrup
bit the bridle
shame on myth
story of

the mitt for univocity
latticed longhand
she caught bars
of Isoscele song draft
seadrift weed roads
past doors sour
the orb atop The Mandarin Club

a bludgeoned quip
then to dinner
like Kenneth Slessor
fond of No Name's sodium
on Stanley Street 7pm.