International Nippon Australia New Zealand Club – Kent MacCarter

33°51′58.1502″S 151°12′47.739″E
Do you know, master Trim, that you have behaved very ill?– Matthew Flinders
Your ferrous gaze fixes between 229-231
Macquarie and occasions
where the busted sit – fuss daily, brown and broke
into. Fish which Christ got done for. One flight below – tuna, tako, roe
– pregnant wombs of kewpie doll mayo
chart fathoms of hydro-cartography,
concoct disappearing skits
like they was Houdini and your belly
a true spoon-bender with quite the knack
for abracadabras in raw pisces. Sixteen pieces
(years) of munt, fags, their butts, patina and want
you’ve all but prized open with sextant
There’s a maki roll down there somewhere
… you just know it. To be
in Wooloomooloo: ain’t got no tobiko for you, puss-puss.
No, Sydney’s habitué is no moriawase
There’s rollerdoors to keep you out.