Poetry

Leon Trainor: Loud as You Like

Loud as You Like   Council inspector said it: Talk about tired, been up all night spotlighting; couple on a block complained about a barking dog, loud one too, you wouldn’t credit stuff we get. No dog for miles, neighbours didn’t have one. I guessed soon as I heard how loud it was. Never saw it, though.   Goes to show, not even a particle; that’s what happens in a world without definite articles.   Same bloke told me: Wagonga wharf, anyone camped near it would hear a rackety creak and clink like a winch, all night long, dragging a…

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