Me & the cat saw a possum scamper up the plum tree by our letter box. We raised our gaze in the quarter light & spied it on a high branch, a silhouette against the smoked dusk sky. & last night, as we shared a smoke, the cat & I, on the veranda, we…
Category: Original Poetry
Reinga
REINGA Brave light in a foul wind Squinting in the mist, signposts everywhere Voices of the land, sea and sky Echo in the birds cry. Some deep and ancient but not for me. Some violent ugly and black – attack. Some of a strange peace from a foreign land. All from Reinga –…
inferno 2
The sign nailed to the front gate says Welcome, all those who enter. The ante-chamber’s lit by the pale eyes of dead souls with no way out or in: attendants with nothing to give but themselves, which is nothing. The library shelves the most extensive collection of old scholars who trudge the circular…
dead man stuff
I wear yr shoes work boots you left good as new & yr coat I hung on the line shook yr drawers for pills loose change gold fillings rings tender notes frm yr son Dad not the best but mine & a photo of him I laid aside for now nicotine gum…
birthday cake
who will sing for us hear us in love with ourselves only no-one cares if we live if we die that’s different friends we never had speak for us say such & such which is worse than nothing but I didn’t want to talk about that tonight I want us to…
germinal
I’m here for the burst of rains that score trails across the silences, ‘til my bowels give out or some more spiritual need intercedes, flowering my insides: heels on the street, the memory of her skin; any minute I expect a vision pressed against the glass, looking in. I’m in the mood to conjure…
silence
There’s some time when there’s birds, insects. Weather. Then, flies. Nothing more. This is the end. Germs & such, scum. Although just now a car went past, I hear nothing but the micropods cruising the silence, cracks in the pavement, blades of. Past this, I can’t go.
eroina
She’s a user but sees thru the cracked vision of her high the animal beneath her. She rides all night. Sleeps behind the drawn curtains of day.
You Are Not My Entire Audience
That music is turning my brain to mincemeat, That Japanese chick screaming those lyrics, “Bee bop around you” Too much longer I can’t handle, Vomit from the eyeballs at her sound, It was going cool until she took the stage, She’s lost the concept, She was there once but not tonight, She’s lost the moon…
The Last Bridge Home -draft
She thought she had better race home beat the incoming storm The lightening struck her a bolt from nowhere Knocked her from her bicycle Jolted as a bucking horse does its wrangler She bounced into a car coming in the oncoming traffic Slammed in to a brick wall leading on to the bridge she had…
The Bunkern
Sometimes you have to lead the way Way back they went West Auckland friends best off they lived But the “funky fruit fly” and the musican go back further 250 years tunneled underneath deep deep deep He’s trapped inside a bunker Driving fruitless projects labeled a lost cause Stuck in an underground cell He is…
hail king malcolm
Who cares when I’m dead 50 years? I leave you nothing but benevolence. Stable government. I’m born again – this man who holds the pen is me & doesn’t even speak my lingo. Lingo? WTF!