It is to be lived in, and loved– or abandoned. But lived neither loved nor abandoned? The parked car windows, with the same effect, of all things apart-together, connected without suffocation. In the bus-stop glass my frame, in the blue garment I chose to match my eyes; a reflection of tired feet resting in the…
Month: June 2016
That Note
The man is singing and dancing, slides a black forefinger around the rim of a drawn-down hat – a step out, a step to the left – and lowers and raises his eyes. He is watching us watch him; watching him glide and writhe in his jumpsuit – and the music rolls and he adds…
Exile on Lame Street an early morningtide preamble – of sorts where pebbles, damp scrunch beneath these leaded feet that barely keep time or so it seems, these days but carry me on hesitantly, onward towards a reluctant bridge (sometimes you dont need one) or is it a coda – al segno ! while a somnambulant Maitai…
so believed
so believed* no child this gentle man yet don’t they say it’s the children who see angels who hear god’s voice above their own he had not written to his best love* for a year yet sick now unto death his body ripped through with pain he begged his doctor to write her and…
Wahine Shore Ox blood, pounding – mad Like fuming southerly gale Nubile storm – keen With sodden earthly tussock Waka split, where Taniwha sang Turned my flesh to bone She, willing – churning guts Her rolling limbs Oh babbling tongue Where nerve and steel Held steady course To cunt line – Andrew The skin made new…
The Return Thick plumes, risingWhere the wood pigeon weepsAbove scorched remainsOf pungent kaiInfused, smoulderingSmoked by charred earthDried seaweed, KahawaiAnd Koura for bellyRough hewn pots, simmeringCalmed after heated furore While woven nets awaitAt waters edgeFor dawns first glimmerOh the springtide will returnAs promised, my daughterListen ! The waka taua is nearAnd your brother smiles, againWhile…
apple kiss
apple kiss for Keikei so i dream in the cold of the year the doors creaking open so wanting i to surprise you into happiness trick you into love catch you in the flow of the hand like an apple fallen from the emerald sun june 2016
Lying in her long veils on the calm black water
Dreaming in her pallor of gold through splendid cities with fair hair; pours burning love does he sink; that by starlight! he sings and the woods sing! In the wine of daylight the shivering willows. – of her long blue hair, to love in the rose. In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras. –…
PAINTING MURIWAI
Sand along the walls. Flamingo, sunning, vestige Took these scraper strolls to where a cat looks silently on. Chin up, hurry down. Everything is good – because. © A2Kdavis 2015 – 2016
Summer’s Grain
Bristled waving heads folded and cut, chaff flung in a dusty trail, a man in a hat over the wheel; face painted in dust and sweat; summer’s strain, summer’s grain – turning in ever-smaller circles – tea in an enamel billy, red seeded jam spilling off scones. A boy in shorts running, open hands thudding…
eating fruit makes me think of you
So, the juice flowed from the peach as you bit into it, did it? Sweet, you sucked it up, tart, your lips rolled right over it, yes; and my tongue lapped it dry, bitch. * I too want to write a poem like this, but better. I want to talk…
Temporary Harbour Much like the cloudsThe salty maneHis weary squinting eyesOtherwise engagedThey turn away – distantSeaward of courseRising hills, hand in handWith windswept wharfOn this – port town morning Stripped to the waistHis tattered nervesAll sinew, boneA shattered wreckFor what else is a man ?Etched in his arm (though faint)A Sharp blade daggerWith serpent-snake…