Venus in Capricorn

Jonno Revanche


The wiry linen blouse doesn’t unbutton all the way / refusing its

silhouette / Rejecting old ideal by

way of design…
Rebelling against form, ritual, body / takes not to skin, catching

wind / mirroring a character in full

theatre mode, a chance at interiority
into a dream-like non space –
Culture killed all opportunities to become who / you

really want, did it not? – ripening toward sickness, impossible
promises made mostly paranoia,

light intercourse, fit only to the wardrobes we could buy / wrapped up into farcical nom

de plumes, as is convenient
And then a billowing freeze-frame of a face

that fell / at the end of the day you don’t know whether the boy you imagine is truly inimitable

who is fuckable.
Let’s not get too Freudian! – lets spur on new imaginations, beyond beautiful strangers on an old

where gender is not just a query nor assumption, where divinity is not in body but rather in

can be a place you turn away from at the right time / There saffron is the colour
of freedom, hair can be brushed delicately, sideways / where toxicity
leaves town and
never returns again.
We all want to embody someone
more practiced than ourselves ……
To find ourselves linking arms with free-form characters
and to feel eyes upon us….!
Then to revisit the body – the gut and the slip of the cheekbones,
and the gauze over eyes, and the ability to say yes
or no with full agency, to be complete sentence or moodboard of previously performed

characters, to construct what is necessary when freedom is on offer,
To make love with full presence and to be drawn into your opposites universe,
Bottoms are the pillar of our community and short kings deserve a star
on the Hollywood walk of fame,
In the future the clothes we wear will spell out romance beyond the iron maidens –
But in your bedroom he looks like a particularly
new concept you’re ready to indulge at last / so strangeways, here we come





Jonno Revanche is a poet/essayist currently based between Adelaide and Sydney.