b. 1981, London
Toby Fitch is a Sydney-based poet who has been published in a number of Australian journals including Meanjin and Southerly. His first collection of poems, a pamphlet called Everyday Static, will be published by Vagabond Press in late 2010. He features in Episode 6 of The Wordshed.
He is currently applying the finishing touches to his first full-length book of poems, Raw Shock, a sample of which can be read here: tobyfitch.blogspot.com
Who would’ve thought that
at birth, my double-helix world would be dropped
on its head — that it would spiral on its mis-
informed axis into grand self-delusions
— upside-down, dyslexic! What an
eternalisation of nothing but ego
standing on its head, looking
down at the sky, the abyss —
cities like stalactites,
elevators to the tips.
I drop my lot out the windows,
watch it plummet into space — take
out birds along the way to the cosmic
pits. The poles will capsize (or right them-
selves, who knows?) — so to breathe in the
auroras orbiting the meridians, I hang myself from
lightning conductors like a big red, weighted balloon
awaiting my last breath.