scoria flower muse: 36 views near & far of rangitoto inspired by Hokusai’s ’36 Views of Fuji’ series of woodcuts I. through the rain a shadow of itself standing off-shore rangitoto somewhere else in sun II. that slow inhale to the peak held double exhale to the sea III. rain cloud lifted neat along its…
The Stream
Trickle down the wind wire droplet tumbling and rolling condensation admired in theory residue of resin a point made well-intentioned but perceived as a broken glass eye bounces on concrete grinding a path from sorry to near He enters and she departs the eternal stage of conflicts judged by insolence torn from the very heart…
Palettes
Wanting to paint your pain away… Searching for the right palette of colours Your rainbow… it flickers softly then flames into fireworks… creating magic in our souls wanting to paint your pain away… by absorbing it with my own palette of colours
A Tribute to Jason
We are the uncited Yet our hand moves in time with others… We are the unseen Yet we leave behind… signs!!! We are the unnoticed unless you lift your eyes Listen intently Sighs. Who are we? We are the ghost writers in the sky… The whistlers The only voices left some days… of our times…
spill
i lie in the room amphetamized, wild & no-one to talk to who knows what i do in those cockroached hours plucking my strings like i’m in love or something & i sing so fine when i think you’re listening The flip side is ———I don’t know it yet but i’m…
A Pound And A Cup Of Tea
His chest is pale and thin Water circles his eyes This great life is closing in He said he shore and fenced, broke horses on ploughed ground, the folded earth nature’s pillow He knew the characters: the man from the Outback, the wily boundary rider He recalls it all How he got a quid for…
let me be cool
if i don’t hit the mark tonight, it’s finished. everything is. i hyperbolate but only a little bit. * omg, Yes! we have a future together. i can’t even make a doctor’s visit w/out fuss- a/miss. i curse at the level of my breath like they weren’t meant to hear it but they do….
A Freshet of Consciousness…
I haven’t left this dream in weeks, plucking words from threads of web and positioning them perfectly in nests of nowhere. There’s been this ebb; you’ve seen it, you felt it – I felt it when I first looked out and saw the wet snakeskin stretched, and the rivulets in gusts of sun shifting over…
Bellies Tight With Beer and Mutton
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…