Midnight Radio: ninety meditations on love and desire
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Midnight Radio explores the complex landscape of intimate attachments, offering nuanced, original perspectives on the ambiguities that pervade them. The collection reflects a clear-eyed intelligence and a sensibility at once ironic and vulnerable. Often conversational in tone, satisfyingly varied, these compact yet multi-layered poems,
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Midnight Radio - Michael Sariban
MIDNIGHT RADIO
ninety meditations on love and desire
MICHAEL SARIBAN
Ginninderra PressMidnight Radio: ninety meditations on love and desire
ISBN 978 1 76109 687 7
Copyright © text Michael Sariban 2024
Cover image: Clive Robertson
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2024 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
CONTENTS
Midnight Radio
Acknowledgements
In memory of my wife Joan, who seriously pushed me;
for poet Mark O’Connor, who read my first manuscript;
and for Martin Duwell, most attentive of critics
MIDNIGHT RADIO
After Dark
It’s after dark and raining. Every car that
passes just passes the water around, a muffled
hiss that drowns in our ears and revives
and is drowned again.
Rain sprays its trademark graffiti over cars
texting at lights, mixes itself into a soundtrack
that slows or speeds up like heartbeat.
Let’s go inside and turn our backs on
the neon signs flashing their gospel above
half-empty towers – advertising reality,
telling us how to connect.
Telling us what to expect. Virtual reality’s
so real, it can take buildings out
in broad daylight.
Our own reality’s still hardwired just the way
we like it – unaugmented, but enhanced
rediscovering primitive skin.
Let our avatars rehearse their roles,
tonight we won’t let them in.
Long Way Home
Outside, the streets are dismal with rain,
cold with early nightfall.
He thinks of the music waiting at home, music
that warms him like Scotch, and some nights
makes up for his life.
Home is a train ride away. The streets, as if
designed for this, convert water into light –
the roadway shimmers, cars shine like trumpets,
their engines muted by rain. Neon signs are
washed clean of their sin.
He’s waiting for something to cut through the
talk, through the competing perfumes, through
the beer woven into the carpet.
Out of nowhere a pair of hands sets about
turning smoke-filtered light into sound, which
some will convert into colours.
No trumpets bleating, no sax repeating
some pain he’d rather ignore –
just a piano picking its way through a forest
of snow-laden pines;
just footsteps by the side of a road,
a hitchhiker smudging into the dark to be
neither murdered nor saved.
Dead of Night
When most people have unfolded like cartons
into the flatness of sleep – brains
cocooned in delta waves, bodies rocked
only by breathing –
the night bird appears as if to remind us
of the dense beauty of darkness;
perhaps to seduce us into believing
that the dark is all there is.
Wedged deep in the trough of the night,
we reach for whatever picks us up before
setting us down again.
Some lose themselves in a screen;
some introspect, start confessing things
to the only witness around, though only
the fabulous night bird can be totally
believed.
Ghosts are such a tease:
there you are, hand on hip, acting as if
you still lived here, hearing the night bird
with me – I’d reach out and touch you
or put my hand through you, if only
you would stand still.
Outlines
You’re tracing the outline with lipstick
as if there wasn’t the slightest chance your
hand could get it wrong –
there’s confidence, if you please.
You are giving your mouth its shape, your
arm at the angle I know so well – this
is who you’ll be for the day, and I’m not part
of the conversation you’re holding with
your double.
I follow your hand, the line of your wrist,
an intimacy no less frank than nudity’s
full frontal –
and the mirror that watches you so closely
has nothing on my gaze.
At your age, I suppose, you’re not as
wary