running mourning ambling
all that rises false
apple meanders once again
where do i want to be? which party do i need? I wish…
i pray…venus attacks and mercury strays…i stand
for myself today…
tiger rises savage rises storm rises
tiger stands savage stands storm stands
tiger is back savage is back storm is back
is tiger savage? is storm tiger? is savage storm?
running 90 miles in hay yellow green fields
before the buildings came and snakes lived in marshes
talked of Neha: are you crazy suneal? trying 1992’s
evil, vain, vile, heathcliff…bronte poetry
wake up and eat your breakfast and don’t forget the veggies
absurd…rebel streak…not blunted. you want to scratch
to let go without a fight. that’s your too hell with you
to the world and employers and principals and pakeha girlfriend
what do you want? no. what do you really want? what do you really, really want?
I want my country to live me as much rambo loves america
Oh you casanovas are cruel…a rebel without a sauce
am i casanova now? was there a casanova then? is cruel casanova?
was there a jesus or krsna or mohammad. my god is black
all gods are black unless you are a mormon making Jesus american
citizen without a green card to work in fields
interogated by the police after 9-11. homeless on christmas. loveless
in new york. with an old torn coat in new jersey.
so what do you want me to do?
what can anyone do?
what do pc people do?
dance…eat…drink
merry christmas
hare krsna
la illahi il la la
for her soul
and her heart that is pure
and her smile that is virginal
and her pills that keeps her alive
and her exercise that keeps her well
and her hugs that keep me alive
there are children in africa dying
since i left bond and bond and
$40 that goes not in their mouths
as i cry wondering if
she is true to herself
and cry as children die
in parents arms
more people killed
as shiva opens his third eye
and day of judgement
and Qayamat is here
while i sit and cry
on a soft green sofas
because i’m worried
about her depression
praying for her and them
in churches and sai baba
question tarot games
also known as weeds to be killed at sight
st john and i discuss true love and i get a list
is she legal? is she matured? is it reciprocal?
we discuss coffee-drinkers and tea-drinkers
it will be a religion one day:
kill all coffee drinkers
hang all tea drinkers
that’s what it boils down to.
do you love her
do you want to rescue her
do you want to be her friend
do you want to buy her silk underwear
do you want to have kids with her
what the fuck is wrong with you, man?
buddha says is it right? does it harm no one? does it purify the soul?
keep your head out of the lion’s mouth…
find an olive colored indian but indian
have a dirty brown colour and stink
of coconut oil and garlic curry
and have dirty kamasutra on their minds
and false qualifications and lousy accent
just as bad as the chinese…
back to the gal that makes me cry
oh fuck it…
venetian beauty slightly broken off white walls white board
macs lying nude exposing their bondi blue parrot green shamelessly
don’t smoke was well-sung by ginsberg as careless whisper by george!
singing competion at various trees. birds are happy. humans are free
to fall in love with their fatale best friends to what ends do we scream in
the small levis pocket in the cerebrum that rhymes with cerebellum
every doctor is a poet. every poet a cutter a mad butcher a melanie hand
the west is a bit crazy full of ghosts gwendolyns mental hospitals design schools
exit is hanging with the tube light. they are old friends when one switches off
the other turns on. what a hypocritical marriage. though exit is green not indian red.
the May be girl floats in the heart blank
she’s a Sylvia Plait nut and every poem’s an obstacle
lives here in a spot that’s dark
she writing poetry – a grace better than home (feel her face)
but how consistent is her position? leap-never ending
off the beet-juice of my blank onto morning dew
that support the feeling of her romance, lap it in tight fipples
lips fingers nipples toes the backs of her back only
the extremities amble out
letting go has nothing to do with it and maybe her eyes are blue
three drawings of sheep in the flat I am art
and a picture of daffodils over my wooden bed
dirty clothes speak for themselves:
I winzipped her mails into yahoo briefcase seven of them
and when she cried and my classmates steamed at my poems that disgraced
(my heart couldn’t throw her out)
I said don’t worry sun, all hers are here —
hugging imaginary pillows
in an tear-jerking wave of pain vacuuming the room
to where the dust mites are, may be
inside the camera
she is uncovering an elaborate leather yoke
that wants to jump (off) with the verdana fonts she can dine with
and walk in the river scared naked
meanwhile a bomb goes in again booms whews requirements
bust or float? the double track is derailed
with possibility rich politicians living in ease
momently speechless watching the press inch closer
what kind of country do they preach, the bits that stick out
of the muddy dark ganges?
– 38 – shh don’t reveal
she drifts
irons sleepers and pink gowns else in her dead
puts them in a mango box inside the fighting room the white ink room
May bumps past with a pack of weekend Brit travelers
dandelion prickles stuck to their poses with fit
joint and boom connect suddenly at few fueling also
the muppetry of shrinking wada paus (wrong garlic)
or ladies tailors stitching in time (watch 9)
Hump St for the bold locations Ms Pinks for extra fuel or never
the nose bleeds wiping again at a central junction
two kiss is you he says from the floorway
it’s no sun eel vault
she waits, near the end of the paradise now, ready to switch
or tit
whatever the sky has in mind she floats like a dove
she’s in her element zipping through towns without streets over the harbour bridges
in the viewing rangatitos
where early spring oranges before the lake can trouble the glance
a computer gets at windows hanging again reviewing
the latte of one who woke everything
and pretended to give the fish back at last a glance and a smile
on the NZEPC home page
II
between huxley and hyena – searched leg – the section
were you riding horses in wellington graves
laughing dancing dashing streets shining waves
watching two lovers – or strolling away from action
IV
M’s right. you are a phenomena. a sea coloured elastic
that snapped. before perry rode you across the waters
trickling bed through fingers and sandgrains from coat’s plastic
china is the land of your dreams a deserted daughter’s
VI
paper prayers for a roof garden in winter trees
as today like strange letters you are tattered in the winds
as you touch souls on sunny beach a seldom breeze
mending pots, painting books, writing pictures in a dream
VIII
old nursery rhymes, broken times picturesque words i understand
old blue men. old shadows. last black horse. taupo huts and fence
you are the quay sound of thedrum that bugles the air prances
the hills what makes a stranger a real person, a long lost friend…
nocturnal eternal love
sedates owls and the night
do horses run on your farms
like the day i landed
it was an august morning. saw you
sunshine: yellow flower
thoughts wish you well
in cowshit fights
new decisions
you looked tired
thoughtful on eve
i will dress as chicken that night
chick bright light
hides and never returns
can’t face my ghosts
spoil your fun
still
haven’t got over
the nazi invasion.
wish you…well
no one knows if osama is dead
or bush human
you and i
have a chance in hell
bull and centaurs, not really
dogs and goats
mmm…okish
7 and 8 never
so why let
silver metal
cut through
draw beet wine
i guess indian philosophy
moth and fire syndrome
bollywood hangover…
actually mixture of yardsticks
meddling with chorus defying all
inspiration aspiring desires
symonds street is a weird place – three streets in one
a Uni, accomodations: cemetary lonely graves: job land and food
God are you trying to say, by the time the student finishes Uni
he may die trying to reach a job or finding life so short
my old friends are gone; the few good friends i have -
are so near death. I dont want to lose them the bond – 343
like 252 was suddenly I flew off after summer school for mom
everytime I left, I lost a few good male (and female) friends
and the love of my life E turned off. today the girl i love
must i wait.- waste my sunny days since she is my soul mate
wait till death does us together.death is gloriously like
samoan grave candles blue flourescence on chiseled words
Crosses on them beet and wine- the blood of christ
must i pray to Him to get love. fresh prayer like a loaf
must wash my sins in ganges since i love her so blinds me
i cant read my own handwriting curved making me lose my flow
and my nerves
grey rock the intelligence
shaped words the poetry
rising solos are soul mates finding paradise
252 and 343 is 598 or EIE.
numerines are roman numerals number 9 in numerology
in this pc world through emails and discreetion
will we ever meet.
so where are we nowhere today
and on our own days
we will die – so lets live
express how much we cherish 343
lest we cry on the last day
and miss this bond that M has gifted us.
antlers bare lonely intelligence and IELTS score
to may be meet only after we actually have time for each other my love.
running.
i know what you mean
when even a small thing
changes breaks our heart.
i cried when i returned
they were extending auckland airport.
i know what you mean
by wanting to take care
of others. it gives purpose
and meaning. i talk
to a small dog and
have even asked him
if you love me?
the paradox is we
we need people to care for
and people who will take care of us.
do we build our own cages
surround ourselves with
our own enemies
who call themselves
wellwishers
they create victims
out of us and stray clear
of our angels
poisoning our minds
whatever shall be
will be
vatican is promisingly rich
city. smallest empire
god’s kingdom
to salvation
holy spirit speaks
and does what it deems
know you are moving at rate of knots
riding faster than I write.
I know people protect you from me
as people protect me from you
someone is possessive
and I’m damn sure its not me
since I
Oh I’m praying protecting me from
my teeny weeny wolly bolly heart
how can such a strong mind
have such a weak heart
its a revenge a conspiracy theory
a pulley.
so that I can walk down the aisle
not with you
but alone
alone
alone
alone
your carnival is
being left behind
you walk alone
thousand miles
beckon you
show me a heart
that’s not broken.
trust me to convert black to white
and white to black
these days i’m a changed man
i prefer caring to callous
kind to cruel
angel to devil’s favourite child
but if we could convert negatives
could we change
milk to rum
crow into swan
gray to….gray
oh jeez whats happening to me..
love can kill. one false move can destroy your chances of any peace
only time will kill me. so why worry?
noah started building his ark before it rained. I dream…drown
extremely afraid this new wave of promise cutey could drown me
seldom do i flutter like a fish or a dying bird in love with my assassin
analogy is a cruel anagram that deceit can tear to shreads
not that i’m a sissy. actually i’m a sissy. shit scared and shivering
elephants pass through needles and tails get stuck
me with the weakest heart in the bloody universe
especially when love can go sooooooooo wrong in this world. now.
now is just a tortuorous moment in my history to wet pillows..
jove! by love! jealousy is not a part of me
assimilating my chances of true forever love that Mc’s don’t serve
me the long lost vagabond child an orphaned gypsy
won’t steal you from you
Can’t disadvantage weak
can’t – won’t. bend ethics
moons never too soon tigres
eat not rabbits. might protects
sleep wakes tentacles. half song fire blue
nude history classic child. nice place
to sit and eat. lit linus lim lims. marry
assumptions. messy tantrums. america
selfish orgy. access love. pretend 0 0
names are mountains. nature allies a lie.
dim play ears. mam, tan is my number.
housing ravines all light. russian pretty
dahanu nine establishes hyena alkali
gate tree rises
jello sam’s peg. son ali is lifelong
nit no love. in dus valley uncivilised
show be renile. us haha. kiss or i
mon is hap. am i turning?
melicious nanny. scared man dies
a mighty ahoo. doggy doo seals love
will the dark moon plough skulls on fields
sunny knap sack error blown. muzzling lion
puzzling lamb centaur boar horns bull dog
sacrificed rising 13. combine countries. evil eyes
fallen stricken tower. prince of heaven. justice balance
wolf blood. starise trumpets. crown of magi. royal lion
star. fall rise fall.
blond pig in ponytails
tall. walks free fairy tale
sees falls in love
waterdog waterpig.
blue birds meaningless love songs
sky cloud coffee sing a long. steam rises
echoes winds. peacock drizzling drizzle dance
water answers every thirst. jungles green brook
swing. rabbits scurry as tigers moan. climax new song
sky sings the cloud clamour chorus carry along.
bold straight. no flattery. face explode truth. no kiss. no passion.
pretty impatient to be a first. bright light. met again. singing
love mountains flowers pain. a million things left when truth displayed
how people change. geeta yellow t tar fame
cybercafe grill. leave for new. nothing 4 me.
burning increases tar streets cave in. call the police.
mail a try desperate to hate your feelings. heat rises
dust blinds. possibilities perils parrot green pious just.
3 nights tear-plunged koreans pray queen
new mark it meeting 2 churches long dropped
you and I go long Dipping ink pains in exam holy
Two visions. 12 and 25. saved kittens from dogs.
beggars – bleeding humans – financially despite
We spilled the same blood in the same mud.
wanted the credit this is a biggie.
Need to save her been crying three rows
and two churches on sunday stacked cards
Come on buddy, time to save lives again
It could kill me not tempt. bleed me never dry
we exorcised three demons two families
just your name. my tears for my sins
overflowed by her sins
hundred things all at once scribbler mongrel who will trust you who will believe. so many flashes. psychic. psychedellic. what do we retrieve your soul. its time forever not never never. wake up and smell the oatmeal…
here I’m best friends – that what I tell me
with a lady
who’s lost
a woman who needs
a friend
what do i need
i need a soul mate a forever person
to hold and love
but this is not about me
never is as dillie says
what I seek is hidden in a magic circle
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more than anything it was healing to me
to be in the bright lights – saturday night
get a life – the kid had said. I at BP expressed
happiness at work. and came into the cold
depression followed in the vacation
as i was striped of five papyrus
the lights from the slopes were real
neon black green party frock’s jelly
security was you. i was fine. somewhere
to go. something to do. you weren’t mine
but a lifelong friendship purple cop thorns
respect deep rooted love not grounded.
a cage
a parrot dewinged
a school teacher
in a small dusty brown village
feels the need to stop tamasha
as the danger notch gal challenges
that he will one day play one stringer
he’s notorious now burned homes to the ground
he soothes her but bruises him. he’s dead
convicted for his own murder…Pinjra
dearest estelle
getting out of the big house
in a parnell street
among new and old
a eternal beauty
confronted me
and i knew heaven in
honest but as i left
escorted out
of communal house
i felt a tug
i also felt jealous
i also felt should i
have stayed
a difficult choice
i was happy that
we are friends
for life. did i let
you down though
i knew the german
waited for me
to leave
should i bleed?
the evening’s glow
backstreets university perfumed hair
rock n roll within eyes
unsaid million tears
losing you
centuries
today
tomorrow
but never ever…again
smile life
attractions hurt
jailhouse rock
share
tear that tear
my defenses
smiles
lose you
have I you
never let go
your soul
heart is ground
rises with phoenix
like the light in
the church
you lovely little
bleeding rose.
savage looked at the bat-filled twilight as darkness
engulfed his soul like devil can. he would kill again
god knows he would. as he sharpened his sabre penetrating
his soul he felt hatred. a killing kind of intensity he felt
once every decade. he was in yemen away from the heartless
french dimension. away from nile. as muslims said their prayers
in the holy month. his friend was dead and love destroyed as
hatred filled his heart his soul. a darkness he felt a decade
ago returned with an intense hatred for life and all living things
as he entered the yemen bazaar. kababs roasting in the sunset bloodshot
he promised himself. he’d never love again. hate, destroy, rampage but no love.
from the aeroplane window
returning from bangkok
i saw a grey river paused
for 4 hours in the night
and told my mate “something’s”
wrong! realised i was staring at
the left wing
australia conjurer
an odd old bonfire
in the never of ever
aborigines!!!
passing ancient tales
by the old fire
wanderings walkabouts
a lost race getting extinct
making a come back
on the red rock
kaku you will go australia
australia lux luther superman II
croc dundee. steve
will serve as parental warning
do not do this at home
dinkum dinkum
huge incomes
tasman transtasman desert
king sahara camel
wollybingbongs
alice springs surprises
peaceful handshakes
drunken brawls
hunter valley hurls cans
dingo dogs australian for beer
cricket umpires bouncy pitches
flippered warne underarm charm
dolly and cosmo rollerblades
white going cream wackas
sunny sports ad crazee
2 humps austilt comes
rising sands yellow kites
hit kangaroos fire forests
unbonding blue
teenage euphoria 5 times
girls to a guy.
australia.
in the beginning there
was the word and then
that was all that was.
from the aeroplane window
an odd bonfire
we imagine aborigines
pass ancient tales
by the old fire
wanderings walkabouts
a lost race getting extinct
and making a come back
on the red rock
kaku you will go australia
hunter valley alice springs
limp handshakes hurl cans
in a drunken brawl
used to it
dingo dogs dinkum high income
australian for beer
cricket and umpires
bouncy pitches
flippered warne
dolly and cosmo
white going cream
the night you decided
you never want to talk
we’d broken and you cried
six months you are strong
it was cold in waterview
wanted to wait at your stop
all night. knew you’d never come
and the cold would kill me
the bp neon could keep me warm
but for how long…
bad boy
yes i’m. i was. when neha left
her mother had cancer. my fault
dad found true love when i was five
maybe my horoscope. bad boy
fisher failed since i could not live
to her lesbian fantasies. my fault
counsellor got in touch with her inner
voice. prejudice. racism. bad boy
intuitive employers who judge you by name
not qualification. clairvoyance. my fault
your sister wanted me when we were lovers
i abstained the matheson nights. how bad
peter does not pay his bills. but i’m
the criminal that defied gravity. how sad
i came back for you. scotia empty waterview
blockhoused. just a wannabe. yes bad boy
the anger is on the street. i did not bring p
i am here for ird. when i’m allowed to be
i did not put the homeless on the street
or pilfer rights or treaties. domestic violence
is not me. I’m just
a bad boy
i thought a million times
before thinking this
should i be
byron is more satanic
than me
oh hara is NYC
aussie desert crocs
will be met sometime
so i wondered lonely as a spout
that gloats hidden in veils and stilts
then ballgums and buns saw i a doubt
a ghost in swinging dandelions
two calorie cake, set you free
tan thou sands glance that freeze
the waves american cup trance but hey
horrid the sparking ways and free
a poet straight bi or gay
in such a hilarious company
I faxed and fazed my little jot
what wealth 343 had brought
for oft when couch potato i
in vacuum or in depressed mood
a flash in my veins and eyes
wit is the bliss of solitude
and then my wallet with leisure drills
dances with homeless bums until
But am too monosexual
and monogamous
for ginsberg bad boy
image but bad boy sticks
not bond
wuthering heathcliff
see my colour
wordsworth and oh hara
is the name of the game
have got a gray fat www
will words work
and am rewriting it.
“how dare I” penny
will screech…
M thinks I’m kind
since I gave the other M
the chance to read
but other M is generous
with her words and I
extreme
We don’t need a period
to discuss my fourlines
I have a website of 400
pages that if anyone cares
all i need is a comment or three
on any two words that catch your fancy
no one needs read the 1000 words
catch any two
comment
that’s all you do
SAGITTARIUS:
constantly justify
actions to someone,
underlying problem.
opportunity reference
romantic business.
Thai Army takes over
Safe for Tourism
Unsafe for HIV
I was shivering
when I performed
Jail-house school
they thought I rock
anxiety gave way
to performance
Primary school teacher
accused of rape wins $30,000
Cash lesson for schools smart on health
Elderly Dunedin woman attacked at home
Teenagers in court fatal beating of man
Sleep and beauty on Aurora
Ski into spring
if gray caps
fly outside the library
and you are in vicinity
the question is
should you help
or shouldn’t you
this could be misconstriued
if a sigh pierces your walls
and you lie awake as wordfalls
a torrent verbal tornado
you need to say her name
the question is
should you tell
or shouldn’t you
this could be misconstriued
if a newspaper ad asks
for a primary teacher
and you have qualifications
and some. but read articles
that deter
the question is..
It’s difficult being a different
shade and than the burden of being
a man.
man are dogs… lady
you may be true
but what does that
make you?
the neons at lynmall
shine bright inspite
of a dark secret
flight center’s tickets
foodtown’s lamb
samosas. jenny’s
smiles. claustophobic
bond your eyes
i have not seen yet
extreme reaction
i’m extemely
sweeper’s job done
i move. past the
perfumed toilets
electronic doors
paperwasting bus
an old chinese lady
prays for mom
i pack nocturnally
keep salvation aside
dawn is gray
bus late
punjabi taxi driver
costs a fortune
with tears i
make plane
singing a bad
song stuck in
goodbye my lover
is so common
its a cliche
stereotypes
mono games
come from
somewhere
pierced a bit
can’t say
should i flutter stutter
or simply mutter
hold your heart
start the heater
stop the storm
dont surrender
dont wonder
heat the coffee
chuck the muffins
bite freedom
love her
not think of her
let me be
let her be
let us see
theres no hope
no fall no break
no rope
cant say now
never say never
locks we make
poison we bake
cant i mutter
show dont tell
kiss and hell
lie
lie low
in a fried
situation
must i leave
will she believe
is she gone
have i left
is it over
she can say crevice, vagina, one night
he can’t say ram
if he writes poems on her. he stalks
if he talks to her child. Pedofiled
if he writes about sex. its crass
if she. she’s being free, broadminded
bruised
he’s a rapist a child molestor.
a brute
dark may be evil.
not fair
not in a flash mood
ghosts of unitec wont let you come
st john will pump philosophy
jessica cry tears in silver
meaning face beauty too strong
made it. Shobha knew a thing
or two
about styles cotton checks
and church gate ferias.
khandala flashed white waterfalls
muddy river was a blessing in disguise
heat is on and pune is near
the fort is captured
lion is dead
lets not fret
fumes folly wadapav angels
5 rupees in geeta street
meena is bazaar gate where
elephants come to stray
lord prays
keeps butterflies in patangia
I have to see her again
am I happy or sad
do I need to wet my bed
homes are to be changed
good morning star
peggy Canada bank ruptured
calls. sing a song ready with
paper work
environment prints two sided
jade legionary
tired of tigre
stomach churning whats communication
if not Vedas on leaves
if not chalk on black
if not window romance
if not Maori songs
barks and papyrus
if not songs with no words
87% is not a verb
tv radio nets movie stars
I want to say something
should I just glad an eye
should I rag my riches
its what I wear and what I talk
how I woke and who I smile at
Im communicating all the time
judge me
as I hit a tear field pillow.
This mouse is a rat eating ram
polka hots crossing the toad
chinese fake away sells strings
on ice
national tanks green NV
mount rascal
if you cant find a black horse
queen feet is new on strings
tch flow her. make away in the sheep
gray wait cloak ticks a long
no MIT is Load Jeze bel.
touch a new toy
create a deference
dedicate a wild long
flat dream
goggles cream
ray ban stings
adidas
all day I dream about sex
yellow Indian walks in
blue top is smile short
muscles on nokia
more gravy on stutter chick in
Auckland you nee blue jack it
coffee to go and pack it
two hours
laptop hire
levis
read tab blew den him
come on tiara
you are sham poo
scam do at it youd
maori red scarf
printers
photo corpses
hood in grey rob in
la ifs leaves green gree if
mcdonalds serves great coffins. burger is king if its a wh oops err. hell in
stains shines as reebok rocks. bull sheet talks. crab feet walks. North shore
is a white empire
no neutrals all umpires
slowly missions bay moons a fox or too. crying in you
are lap. where wounded come to pray. edge church in city. no shoots. no boots.
just torn genes and simple tops. corina corina jesus is here. hugs are shared
and fears explored
life is tied to a mafiaso rock full of al is minimum and conk creek wonk freak.
spammer moves to bulk folder. if you cant have her, at least hold her.
someones shoulder to try on. lady in water to fry on as narf kisses scrum. no
ones bottom matches the homeless bum who offers chewing gum to garlic tongues
and fish lickers.
The green grey mechanized stone grinds on
the train is coloured with wedding songs. murali
from london is happy finds true love in keralite sun
the yellow station has a host of hosts. Tiruvananpuram
the taste of curd rice with tiny mango chillie mustard
barely escapes the buds. the community hall is spick
span and million little masalas in coffee and tiffin. south
indians are nice. the roofs are orient. saigon. bangkok. china
the beach is blue. mosques white. betrayal around warns
muralis bride is beauty and kerala king a varma. feel warmer
as i toll the bell of sleeping shiva amidst restrictions. umesh
fights. talk to a friend about women. lotus leaves. lotus flowers
black temples white lungi…a non-veg bite.a karnatic song
beauty warms tubelit-heart. the boar incarnation. drunken
fights.- rumours gossip twisting leaving. saturn turns animals
humans all the same as money is pilfered and drinks bought.
a kabab is a kabab is a kabab right wrong
we need people to satisfy
you can’t exchange hubbies
so how would you like to
clarity begins at home
this summer exercise
dear god do they?
if man cant lan can
or wan can sneaker shoe
local bachelor squeaky
mouse on sands blue
drunk as sea shells
sitting next to
fisherwomen on
three wheels as daman
serves chicken spice
a three wheel drive
on motorway to bulsar
paubhaji rats ceilings
tasteee… beach propose
a tithal
jenny was here. sai baba
satya narayan
beaches with thistles
black sand
itchy
*we used to
*wear green sweaters
and pretend to be
famous cricketers
fantasize about moral science
and maths figures of speech
write homework on walls
love french revolution
tundra region. huckleberry finn
dress as you wish
american slangs
staged elvis’ songs
tease the black boy
pretend to be cowboys
turned lumber jacks
calling headmaster a frog
bay-dook
write loveletters to
penfriends
discuss infatuations
fight forty
boys in a class
were scouts talking
yo guides from
divine child
ship letters
sleep in rubber rafts
pretend grassland
was marshes
be in love
with famous five’s
anne and kimberly
of different strokes
read horoscopes
collect bruce lee
posters
catch early morning
trains. reach late
send home
dip pens
in holy water
before exams
discuss the speed
of brucelees kick
buy sell steal
comics
never fall
for friend’s sister
go thru huts
for tuitions
excited at girly batch
talk about the priest’s
affair with clara
be famous due
to jailhouse rock
wear warm gloves
during catch practice
buy cork ball
to bowl fast
buy a bat
every 8th dec
go to bulsar
in winters
summers
wake up early
on diwali mornings
wear red black
call it blood
and death
read tintin, tintin, tintin
phantom, mandrake
tarzan, asterix,
constantinopoles
history
be mad in love
try a different walk
at midnight
as sounds creak floorboards
violin goes
after dutch accent
adlib words wept
in my heart
john the baptist
mohan bear
dina school dress
dimpy was gray
skirt
saxophone terrace
mad guitarist
rainy college
chum chum days
pulls a black long coat
walks brooklyn trains pause
sad violins violates violets
sister in white
sicily’s paved mountain
stones a bride
a heart
pull a death
in the cards
a sad tune
rises falls
scraps the artery
falls
into a sad grey grave
rises
in orchestra
jumps dreams
pasta not blood
dance soft
cry loud
a black suit
a jobless man
land of opportune
fortunes. tomatoes
rise as waterfalls
in slow motions
shivering with soldier’s
footfalls
mirror shakes
death wakes
rather romantic
opera of stone
houses cold clod
clan vain
distant dew song
soft rise of a tornado
fire water ice
green’s good
brown twice
twanging pianos
pounding dying
dire desires of
a sunset violin
drops
rains
dew
softs.
wake up life lie a while
warm heater plays guzzles
silently softness
night and day
tears float
come if you must
your name
your mention
get your voice
in motion
true love cost tearly
amidst drums
and violins
pull a corner
from my veil
as you hide
in black
hear my tale
with disinterest
without a glimmer
of curiousity
as you turned
your bangle
in feigned anger
so long au revoir
just to say those
words
your dry lips
fluttered. fumbley
if it comes
my deat. your
name. pretend
you never knew
me.
tears brought
stormy eyes
arvo heat
just to hear
my voice
you walked
a barefooted
terrace
I love you
so much that
obliterate within
you
flamed out
totally destroyed
die for you
a million times
in your eyes
in your smile
in your lips
my love
at first sight
let it
destroy
as the blind girl
pulls a gun
to kill a terrorist
her husband
even the night has slept
the waves are wet
whales await
stars outshined
by your gentle
horizon smile.
if it was my blood
you added orange
to my dark depyhs
feigning dawn
so what if
it was just
a moment long
it was a spark
so what if
i died searching
for sparkle in
your glass eyes
could not handle one
threw it all in the blue
to save one
then there was none
early morning
albert greens – misty mirth
poetry of swan
reaching for peacock
feathers
nee how
wait for what and why and how!
lets gather dignity and move forth
wannabe’s cool but fails falls
too much is nothing
minus in fact. too much
of negativity. look further
move on. no candles
for you no cake
crap you will not take
so let’s go
ride into the city
hobson, scotia
may be dunedin
world’s getting smaller
not enough place to run
no where to go….
it’s sunny but could rain
we can feel but may feign
a smiling hot chocolate
with mushy melony softies
an injured tiger strutting soft
back to the grey green
neighbourhood
you are in the fifth row
a seventh heaven in black
pack. a smile that golds
your locks and mine.
a warmth that challenges
the auckland wet cold moss
you are there. coffee sweetens
closer to people that share tears
than flimsy never never unreal laughs
The email came.
A bright sun cold, Auckland computer.
grey, June morning.
Suits me. till mid august.
male, nonsmoker easy going.
Let me know, so I’m home 
Kingsland, 4 bedrooms,
fallen asleep library
showered old hostel
4000 word paper 25 references APA
Sunday morning Eden park 3.2 kilometres
education college rideline.co.nz. walked.
warmer morning. mist clearing Eden parks
green smile txted her.
am out ride door.
running from library to library. one
house to the next. one shine at a time
one shoe that breaks. a song that twines
and heart that cliches. winds that ache
run to from, here, there, eternal. entire
check mails. only deamon. check txts.
see if mobile moves and computer runs
run after it. love before it. hate during it
a face may smile. a job clicks. a shadow wakens
a lucky david am massing mediocrity. searching
mullen, michelle, murray, myriad leaves. hopeless
texts. churches smiles. candles light. hugs given
forgotten. lived. has been. see you at symonds street.
wasnt as if superiority complex
was simply imagination
it was a phase. a face better
known as a time Ive outgrown
a mirrored illusion narcissism
so if she goes to whangerai. why tear
if she wears another ring, a refuge in a bus
a sindoor in her hair, a window closed
a fiancé returns, a monk smiles, a
church stoned, a family torn
why fear
look ahead. no candles for millions
of miles. no light to stairway to heaven
she flies off. hes Australia. shes taxi
they are moari. shes my exs sister
she needs a career. NYC. he needs love
why near
go each bang your head against lonely walls
at different times. sudan needs blood
children need food. gays need churches
churches need hell. mosques need martyrs
hindus need mosques. vague needs love
why clear?
throw a wooden piece to a mad dog
before you you count its teeth
an old rope trick
why steer?
If you go to www.blueskyfox.com and click on 343. You will find Purplish Cloud.
It is my dedication to you. And yes, you are born on 24th Dec and nothing can
change that. Conversely, you may also look up www.blueskyfox.com/cv.htm. The
cover at midnight has magical effects on the brain.
I’m looking at Mullen’s poems as exercises to open our minds rather than individual poetry. I understand that as a teacher simplification is a part and parcel of teaching. What I was teaching in blogs cannot be constriued as my knowledge of blogs.
Also, what Kirsten said about computer-dump being environmentally friendly during our discussion on how blogs can save paper. I agree with her. It was a subconscious I-have-heard-it-somewhere thing. I saw a TV programme that showed how kiwis dump a horrendous number of machines. Which brings me to the other end?
I know a few classmates who need computers. So there! Do I need to say more. My computer is not the best but it will do for my friend. In case, anyone has a comp start asking your community, classesw churches and classmates…someone may need the one that sits in tour garage and gathers dust. Give your comps to people instead of throwing them. Having saiod this i’ll sleep easy and turn off my laptop when I sleep
a teacher complained
a compliment
don’t listen to varma
he will take you away
in the hills. from class
then came my smart alec
line to my monitor. we called
maneater. vikas the weak ass
“of course, I can but I don’t want to”
May came to an end
And in came June
The time for school
Was coming soon
The thought of school
send a chill down my spine
‘Cause our teacher was Raghunathan
which didn’t seem fine
He walked with the
style of Travolta John
His talks sounded
like a Saxophone
His Science talks went over
my head
My marks in Maths made
him see red
He couldn’t understand
what was wrong with me.
I couldn’t understand
what he spoke to me
But when angered he
is a tiger wounded
For example when a fly
on him landed
Just when he was on the boil
The fly made his mood go
Further spoilt
And this Mr. Raghunathan
who wouldn’t hurt a fly
Hit it so hard that
it had to die
When back to his senses
He thought a funeral for
the insect would be
justified
So the dead in his matchbox
coffin lay
was called upon to take
it’s last ride
In the funeral Sir,
cried his heart out
and for two whole weeks
He forgot to shout
Good or Bad
Whatever be the kind
A man like him
is hard to find
the stagecoach on a sunday church
has purity dressed in desire and curls
a corner seat. a vacant myth. a twinkle
in the eye that caught a celestial spark
mt. roskill’s vacant but neon lights stray
chinese takeaways littered with wings
her dotted skirt and innocent smile
exotic paradise, fiji warmth, leo lips
little miss afro makes stars twinkle
millions in the galaxy. billions
in her eyes and smile and lip gloss
your are soooo beautiful. single?
It always starts at Punchgini
facing the brown wannabe hills
green in ivy at rains
at a pottery bungalow
an English white wooden house
that Parsis own. sweetening milk
at Sanjan… a fickle red flowered wife
grabs the stranger who cleans the scene
learns clay, chess and finger prints
an ancient well plays body music
he sighs and blushes and amidst the rushes
the senile hubby looks at stars and centaurs
twins fishes bull eagles through the morning leaves
Bombay’s back. old stairs press bells, starving father
another hungry wife, bull dogs and screams in
apartments. dog bites and old hard vaid.
fixes her neck his leg and catches a police eye
one dream two bodies. cleaned and fingered
in print. There’s no Cyrus for double cross
evil family fued and too much pot
a mobile with wrong prints. a red pencil
poked in a policeman’s cheek. brother returns
to harassing sister. the sad young wife. master minds
but poetry calls and hills live music sounds. freedom.
irresistible savannas – more terrific
tundra, cunning coniferous, sex siren sahara
pompous pampas mad iteranean colours people
heals heart and hearth of habitat
my ilk – warrior clan passion plains
against geeks, mughals, chinese
british in a land of five rivers: punjab
Indus where alex fell. Greeks didn’t tell
adrenaline runs riot rampant
who gives a damn for rum
if a mere ghazal on black hair
songwalk me from uni to unitec
cold grey mists
gold say birdsongs
poetry every leaf-tree
winding musicians along
heartstring sungod kiss
morning tweeters newlife
stringing hearts petals
moaning sweet lovesongs
stairs softish heaven
bare babies bottoms
awakens sleeping ogre
monk rascal green
fields counting down
mild heavens pearlrings
wild hearts wakenings
pondering for meaning
wandering for long-lost
winding heartstring morning
Out of soul…
wounded, wounded, wounded
flowers, pines, leaves, sails, autumn spring
wounded with joy and bleeding still.
all night slight fiddling came in my ears
peeked into an empty street, no one had come
dal fry rice pickle extra gravy, extra salt, pigeons feed
some lamb some garlic green chillies chopped into a heart
tea dancer, scrabbling dictions and wow wow wow. truth.
an orange tree with dandelions with million peaches on queen street
webs of doubts, desires, confusion and conclusions; firing popcorn bullets
from the aries god. sun’s eye lies on our head as coffee is late. crucial. iron.
stranded. stranded. stranded. leave the girl out of this. Quick read Ginsberg
salt a wound or two. smile a seat of poetic joy winding into an abyss infinite
what were you thinking of? what did she say? is baretta better than barista?
is depression a logically right place of no expectations and thus low crashes
expand style. eat more protein. listen to the inner voice. make her decide
cry when asked to. rain when needed. reselect your choices. bush osama
brothers need twining. winding hearts ting ting tong ting. m has helped
bond. hitting walkie talkies. oh defeat. dad. muffling a yen. forever.
fire in the mountain. run run run. panadol panic perfects passes
pats parapsychology and pataphysics. utter nonchalance stutter.
malu’s hat black and red. blood and death. passion. powerplay
a small packet of non fattening chips for chubber cheeky darkie.
twist. wind. loop. weave. string. thread. yarn. wrap around.
curl. coil. if mullen has a directory. I have gates on right.
it’s not my war but innocent people lie bleeding on
every st, every city, every continent. minding heartfelt warning.
I-m-migrant_ion
met him at bottom of queen street
baristas with a huge blond. concentrate.
“how would you like to help a new migrant. first day. fresh job.”
“do you have five……are you a second speaker”
“I’m the eighth, a mere teacher, ko suneal toku ingoa but
if Cambridge be lived than its eight point five”
“And no, I did not get the extra five points for being a criminal
you need a new copywriter. that’s what got me here. Kia Ora, Pete”
old friends
to get acquainted
must I sit on sunny days inside
symonds streets’ shadows
among gray rocks and shaped words
and leaves fallen and falling with
rising solos psychedelic lights and
antlers shaped like branches bare
will we all meet there? 343 and 252.
and all numerines in beet vine
take a shadow talk to him or her if you are pc
stop staring at curves. handle your nerves
some one turned the shower on. fresh from bakery
iselta is helter skelter. Leave the girls out. shhhhhhh
yeah so where were we? here on day all of us.
a stranger
walks on stray street, blind night, stones and trees failed to reckon him
knew him once. understood. a whispered love affair. died with nana this st.
7 years come go pain twinkle trinklet twinkie fear. sweet sort of a blow.
careful wake not the ghosts. a small light somewhere knew his name. passion
gaze. like leaves years. trees forget people. streets names.
sleep gently my grey blue street.
who comes
who goes
who cares
who knows.
an old song reverberates gullies of Istanbul, Israel dunes, Persian artifacts, afghan bazaars and Indian kites and spicy aromas.
winding sitar, guitar, million heartstring stairs…
talking of graves and undying love burned by candles, buried by stones
comings and goings on moonlit castle nights
talking of love in some sufi sect. death is a feature and shades are.
silently softly night and day weeping was a theme.
i still remember the era when i loved ye. as soon as i met you i was speechless and you had a finger clutched in your teeth.
distances will so weird i had never ‘magined it. she was sitting right there
and did not belong.
fiddling in the dark night at the last dune a sound
a look into a blank street confirmed. nothing.
Painful rain has a medium. Please go slow.
Soil of heart is soft. Go slow.
Meeting you and losing you gaps notoriety soft
Go slow.
What relationship do we share. You are dawn star I’m last ray.
You are like the moon and planets. My life is aghast darkness
Life comes and goes momentary tent for the night to stay
Wounded loneliness hides the aroma of your henna
murray’s bonny angel
sandrift sunny mom
looks happy as
a blown kiss, a new born kitten under
a mushroom on meadow horse hills
sheep fleece bouncing at Piha
beige 90 miles joy
swinging safe in simple gay
green skirt and feet bare
no slippers carry as the wind
parrot and merry as dandelion
drunken………………lighthouse
floating flashing forbidden glare
blinking to tired souls
eyes that fish for gold and murray’s
tin fish
shines – toothbrush to needles(s) eyes
elephants pass
tales stuck
a new zealand
for your dreams
autographed unedmond in a scrawl…
blessed every word bleeds
six goes another bomb
someone’s paradise
bald bastard didn’t win us freedom
Mr. toothbrush moustache did.
Osama says Americans are the real terrorists
Americans say Pakistan is a true friend
Saud fights terrorism
Oil has spoken
The STD mounts a baton
Mashood was a hero. Keep away from trains.
I don’t blame bush an example
Jungle sounds sleep
Somewhere in NZ there’s soft slow sedate river
Bush without snakes and scorpions
Only wasp
come home sweet warrior
auckland’s coldest winter ever
a homeless qualification…a friendless poem
sky towers – grey cloud
tender foot goes furnace sands
twinkle sound the jewellery makes
black chargrilled window breaks
a sound
a smile
a tear
a love
invisible
flowers soft pretty powerful that rule the world
bleed in doubt, love, pain, slight confusion
and dew
deep green bouncing floating drowning twilight palms jade silver water
neck deep mowgli foliage yellow duets almost summer brim python
million water snakes, crocodiles, old wives, ganesh white tales village
four left brahmin families, three ponds surrounded by fields billion
coconuts
i’m a warrior no white string. raises twenty eyebrows. lord is pleased
mango small spicy pickles, rice pappadam, chili lentils million tastes
sleep out in the balcony. backyard well, dark clean kitchen. old lady
grandma look alike. sweat and a night procession lit by elephants
songs in a 5000 year language from Turkey to Indonesia. dip in non
poisonous pond. women on the otherside. twilight steals light.
distant fading greens as moon rises in a jungle dream. the sounds
of the wild night breathe a cricket cocato and a frog harmony symphony.
phone is beeping
must be saturday
ceilings white doves
walk fiery
cobweb cellars
hide ghosts
matches dress black
violet whisper
pink smile
leopard glance
glow tender
sister knows
smiles pass
doors brothers
play cell phone
crank call
friends mothers
plan marriages
cooled off
vivid colours
singing bells
air concrete
shouts childhood
summer squeals
joy yellow T
tricycles boys
women talks
fantasize blues
light breeze
baked ground
i steal
few moments
from ninety
sleeping dying
mom pills
as window
shutters unfaithful
again complaining
misbehaving
keeping an evil eye
write poetry
on dead people
aslam – muslim
last met dusty tea place
near manhole wires
small road side dhabba
he passed days – dogs
a lighthouse
dusty omelette
salty water
heard garbage poetry
soft Narf tales
fed me
ghazals tea & cigarretes
“no longer here” said
the red slash Hindu
nee-mon-ee-a
april fools day
rickshaw shock
tears old flame
prophet
philosopher
brother
and oh the difference to me.
a million laughs
yesterday
and today you
are gone
the sun forgets
to smile once
every blue moon friday
what happened
million little giggly laughs
silence then
i did not know virgos were
so fickle
and their smiles
so neverending
fellows heart
to many crackers
too less thrills
sunshine drills
toothbrush frills
yucky smell be fluky sox
freedom tomorrow be flu sky ox
bastard in disguise be fox sulky
don’t make that face be foxy sulk
labourer rain boxes fluky
meadows ahead bye fox sulk
tied in chain flubs key ox
end of a love affair fob ex sulky
too much grass bulks fey ox
heaven’s virgins bulk sexy of
SPCA bulk yes fox
she’s always crying sob ex fluky
Tibet snow hair box elf yuks
thief box fuel sky
snow gifts boxy flukes
jungle’s travel bus elk foxy
no red meat sub elk foxy
too much passion busy elk fox
goodbye sex busy ex folk
animal activists buys elk fox
tell the mayor buy sex folk
buys elk fox may be animal activists
be fox sulky can be actually bastard in disguise
be foxy sulk shall be actually don’t make that face
fob ex sulky wanna be end of a love affair
be flu sky ox is actually freedom tomorrow
busy ex folk is truly goodbye sex
bulk sexy of is in disguise heaven’s virgins
bus elk foxy is or isn’t jungle’s travel
boxes fluky also known as labourer rain
bye fox sulk made popular by meadows ahead
sub elk foxy fights with no red meat
sob ex fluky dies for she’s always crying
boxy flukes is xmas for snow gifts
bulk yes fox is islam for SPCA
buy sex folk is hinduism of tell the mayor
box fuel sky is a thief
box elf yuks could be Tibet snow hair
flubs key ox would be tied in chain
bulks fey ox likes too much grass
busy elk fox dislikes too much passion
be fluky sox is yucky smell
oh where have colors gone
we ride on
one pedal softly dies
is this blood powdered crystals on bombay dreams?
someone needs heaven obviously!
one pedal softly moves
from eternity to hear
