A Poem by Anthony Gee A Pre-emptive Poem When I was 32 I thought I could smell death for the first time my friend Saul said he had smelled it but he was only 29. I wonder if it was the same dead body? When I was 32 I could label all my organs, feel them slither and pulse and twinge like eels eating one another’s tails, it’s at this point I know what you’re thinking: “O, pondering the moribund, o, poetry faggot feeling more than us and not telling it like it is.” But hey, I’m just telling you what happened to me. I know what you’re thinking.
	Summer 2006 Issue

Anthony Gee is the lighthouse keeper on a rocky shore of broken tourists, otherwise known as
Australia.  By day he does various menial, yet character building jobs and by night he writes poems
and short stories, draws silly pictures and fronts his band, The Handsome Women.  Anthony fears
nothing save for big cockroaches and blank sheets of paper.  His favourite colour is probably the
same as yours.  You can write him or smite him at: gee733@hotmail.com or
www.myspace.com/thehandsomewomen.