This high up the gorge, the sun is a stranger It sweeps over the water to bathe the plains, forgetting always the flinty broken faces planted by glaciers The cold river is squeezed tight by stone then sighs as it unfolds on hot stone to form lit wayward streams Beyond, men sleep on striped kapok…
Orca
Two blue and yellow Ferryboat, which take people to look at Whales, are coming in quickly; a third soon as their tours conclude, coinciding with a sea change as the wind gets up. Where I sit, with the black Work-safe Course pen, late afternoon, before cricket practise, I can see all the way to the…
Memories Etched
I, too, have journeyed to green and envious, Unknown rocks. In cloaks, boots, and with daggers, So that funerals rung out the sound Of those defeated, rumored armies. Far off in dusk we must in a lonesome past… But where have you gone? Wherefore you go? Will you drop out? Or stick in thick…
last of the just
i don’t touch the flame much, open the gates, but when the mood takes me – i’m held, a relic of the war, scrawled-on for decades; a keepsake. withdraw: how many times have i crawled, stung from spite because of hurt? like a child. tonight i’m tempted by the flowers slaked…
Hightail Highway.
Fretting whales of sod dressed in sheets of honey, sly in green with white flags, trembling to be seen. Atop those swollen bites I spy tiny boats nodding on the eden sea’s swooning – streamers skirting the ring. Tracing its crown, I find freedom snaking out from beneath the city’s seed soiled harlot-hems. Turned, I am…
Deserted
Drowned for drought is desert’s dream. An inch more meant than it might seem. Your thirst. You’re parched. Your mercenary. Your worry. You’re darkness. Watch out for me.
i’m forever blowing bubbles
I shall attend, one day soon, in a suit, your funeral. I’m sick too, but it isn’t terminal, although it is actually. I cycle home from the shop & – Yo, Priscoe. Thought I was someone else, someone good. You made me forget myself. c/o 30 Aurora Terrace Hillcrest Hamilton…
Our Day
Peace in our land Volcanoes paused while we sort our shit Put down our weapons and take up pens to sign on double-sided velum their marks their false promises and our lands at stake our children sold into mediocrity slaves of the false empire that pretends to shrive but shrivels while we grow Our land…
emerald in black
At Jason’s funeral today seeing his mum who is in her eighties reminded me the Chinese saying ‘White hair seeing off black hair’ meaning the pain of a parent burying their child. Fare you well in that other world, brother Jason, the owls are weeping here. emerald in black for JJ ‘Emerald Black’ RIP you…
anarchy rules ok
I never notice it. what goes on. til you say or someone says or does. how would i know when i’m busy shovelling shit so to speak. Don’t you think, don’t think. I never ask for it – am i obliged, nevertheless. to be good, to stand erect. Master: …
The Grey Lady
This contains a scene which may disturb. When the only sounds were the tired turning, wind in the tree tops, a silent hand reached for the lights. On and off. And again. Heavy grey doors swung open and back. It stopped the nurses. They would turn – to see nothing. It was same each shift….
The Ends
After so many years of avoiding you away you are into the clouds disappearing eyes the soles of his feet are all that can be seen as the sun sets that final time not everything worked correctly but you stood that ground and now I can ask how many more will join that queue before…