compete

warned you
but hey you want to compete
winds howl as you crawl
you cannot win
even when you think you can
even when you feel you have
i wish you luck
tomorrow
you have no self-esteem…

purple huts

devonport cons get smaller
buddhist monk disappears
green ocean rises. scorpio falls

too temporary

God’s temping as cupid
it’s tempting but short lived
I’m attempting to seek forever.

Thus ended 343

The course will soon hand out out grades and the scraps of paper and pieces of manuscripts are still to be entered but as a symbolic end to a few things. 343 Ends. Today. Now. It has 350 entries and over 400 poems. That’s what adrenalin does to you. Poetry makes it run…

under a tree by the church

7000 lovers
Or a wife for life
compares never

brief fleeting anglicia night
warm may morning dew
warm true tear-thorns

parnell parnell bleeding bright

parnell parnell bleeding bright
intense sky tower bloody night
afternoon coffees bright lights
grey beach road mobil sites

parnell on the edge running frights
3 women too may kites
2 islands million riots
parnell bleeding from thy eyes

arts centre yellow with bloody frights
tim tom jenson who gives a fuck
pakeha-maori eve wants a suck
thank you mam but no thanks
very very much

parnell ghosts jumping clear
no one near and thus no fear
hospital gates bring palpitation
islets islets and water here
coffee tomorrow. three in a row

sagittarius turns scorpio blows
magnum empty but he gives a fuck
weed blown fools knew not much…

Dead Octopus

Juhu beach is a twilight zone
people kiss in hidden corners
we teenage boys chase moonlights
as waves wash our first eerie

monster small in size
a plastic bag of octopuss
status quo. calm
we promised to write diaries
about it

libran thought that romantic
that’s what romance does.

a dream so real

in the winding window by the sea
a figure slightly sad moves
out of a grey plath building
in a castle of healing
away from the tower
of learning.

my day is mad made may

no manifestation

no manifestation

onroute red warehouse
007 passed your windows
as you passed out of my dreams
I sat in black saw you

you saw me too
but discretions rains supreme
summer sun to green lane
700 lives later I will still love you

empty my life my soul
but you remain coating the vacuum.
I want to scream
get down and say hi

but the bus moves on
to higher hospitable grounds
stopping at woods staring
ay greens on one tree hill

grass is always on the other side

bikes IC

Immaculate Conception is a cycle
without brakes on ancient
green church singing Elvis, Beatles

Sometimes when the wind is slow
St Francis on the hill knows
Napolean’s platform where we learned
to dream

5000 years ago a cave that was Bombay
Black cavelets with incense
and oil lamps made of soil

a snake here and there
a love hidden across 50 miles
St Francis hill is a pink church
a respite despite life, pain and dad

hardy boys helped us grow
Enid Blyton’s Brer and elves
Tintin in snow asteric in Roman rows

Childhood was a dream beyond a superiority
complex for a better linguistic weapons
bad boy got yellow cards. teachers pet
and pet hates

Natalie a storm on Don Bosco Eves
a dream a poem and sands that burn

mangroves are falling

silent summer burns sureally. tiger tiger calling nights
deep beyond concrete sands that hurt the eyes
lies
Gorai
green
wet
muddy

a sticky woman
that hides trees

dark and boats
paths of mud
slippery at tide

like a willing bride

neha is topic
bhavin is the friend

discuss. alter. intuite
1993
refute
refuse
refuge

walk, walk, walk
forever on the pipes

on the gravel
building destroying
firefly

a hutment
begins
a dirty dawn
township

million temples
few bombs

neha lies
under the sea floor

eyes of a peacock
dance of a rose

sunsets at creek
fisherfolk friendly
before christ came in my dreams

shaju is a friend
as we walk gorai
sandeep marine drive

when pollution was low
love real.
Bombay Oh Bombay

hills are alive with sights of music

unitec a strange place – huge abysses of nothingness. years of disaster
feeling’s strong. a spirit here. a spirit there. usually pictures: not love
my father a photographer. we lived with negatives, but black & white
great. no illusions. no colourful lies. hauntings – photographs synonymous
glad to see world in your eyes. hills, waters, latin american colours
forced enchiladas. cuban gear. cigar brown men with lawn mowers. who’s
more pretty, perfect, poised. your pictures or you…………….

unitec’s pictures

a library surrounded by wondrous
moments
an american dream in the southern
tractors
chains jangled at the cream bricks
ghosts muttered in dissatisfaction

you are pretty as a picture
hanging on a scottish wall
a genuine smile after 40
hours of relentless animation

marked for a pass. aimed low
you make my day as bus refuses
a sunny saturday that a racist
grasshopper hates his face

you smile. a comfort on a hungry
saturday morning. calling vacuum’s
a home

your tune and my songs. perfect as
centaur arrives closer to home flying
higher than a phoenix
faster than a point chev kiss

long afternoons. waterview rice
from a dark dairy as shoeless
you walk with pride. we love
inspite of labour or warehouse

inspite of chillies in avacado
sorry i meant brocolli

unreal

purple, white weeds
red orange yellow
what the heck is
dandelion
that dream that
you hold as it flies
withers like asthma

orange like grapefruit
fickle like windmills
it’s not a weed nor seed

a white fantasy that you
can’t hol;d onto forever

unfair

intensity
my sin.

flashes stack up
against – within

forgiving me
loving me
understanding me
unfair
unfair
unfair

forget me
let peace prevail
let poison pass
my love

trapped

for how long
how often
tick tickles
sticks
falls
one eternity
late
one moment
too soon
one cut forever
one tear dry

perfection drips
lava breaks
rung a tito

everything unstuck
cross calls evening
one folds. salt
more salt. some turmeric

some salt…

here you come – there you go

song breezes aromates southern sunshine
count i stars bruising, cruising hamilton
strange galaxies, papakura, manakau
every moment lives a lifetime – dies

lanterns light fourth mistress third hanged
second blinded first old – lanterns await fifth china

i await peace no red light in 1920 chinese market i seek
twin – towers, falls. dust. damnation. confusion. pain

unreal

purple,

white flowers bleed

are they weeds?

red
orange
yellow

what the heck is dandelion
that dream that you hold

as it flies
withers like asthma

orange like grapefruit
fickle like windmills
it’s not a weed nor seed

a white fantasy that you
can’t hold onto forever

white yellow flowers turn red
like marooned

flash a ghost or two

unitec is on silent fire
creamy and lost in taurus
moon entering gemini’s eternal
confusion. grey on sun. blue
fox shines sky soft lustrous lust

success

success at last
once in a while
once in a life
dream in reality
reality in dreams

rusted giraffe

orange cons. orange giraffes
dig grey concrete. live radio
applaud saddam’s death. dances

on

dead body. legal. fair. just even.
water falls in astrology book
absence makes the heart fonder

i

know

you

miss

me.

3 kings

where i first met you at the library
first had foodtown samosa
first walked up the mine well
orange flowers red flowers white flowers
shitty dogs left loose
aluminium tower on no tree
wooden stairway to heaven
now fm blasts from nokia
bulldog comes closer
five kilometers into
cricket fields
sunday women walking gaely
uphill like Mowli or Bulsar
can see your sea but no azaleaus
magnum lost in north shore
gold fish going round and round
in the bowl…
lost little twin
long green fields
go uphill downhill
and hollow mine

hull

brown hull upside down
presbyterianchinese
bounced between two anglicans
parnell and eden
hurt and confession
now a wednesday pizza
eight not six
scorpio – but you
are not home

though
you know
fishy mermaid
magnifying
defi-nation
magic pills
manurewa
green fields
air smoke
tale of two churches

what’s so great about neons

i can see beyond
the green lights
at the small owl
gives two hoots

eyes on me sleep
defeating its shut
eye purpose. relax
moon greys bright

from two windows
million stars peep
concrete squares
tricycles twinkles