Monthly Archives: May 2007

day 4 is gunning along
loud loud bombs
woodcutters song and clap
that was not received
heartfelt luck was wished
God and me had a laugh in
the dressing room

that's what i understood
got along with Robbie & saw blue skies together
Clarity
Focus on Clarity
Clarity
Deep breath upstairs
Clarity
the fat priest who arrived yesterday
cannot fit under the table
does not smoke weed in the ladies toilet
but drunk as hell
the silly detective was clear
the killrer in the audience confirmed
and my children my children stated

but you know me I'm the shakespeare's moon
try to bury me and see how I rise.
but then the rebels are beating a retreat
and the end of the world is two nights away

they won't clap every night\
murray had said so
dont use clap as a clue i thought
audience smiled
not loud drama laughter
so i did not wait
for the punch
and silently took the blows
27 is the highest anyway!

but a temporary truce between 300 and the one
cause a day will come when the false name of Shakespeare
and his vulture hyena slut Macbeth will be slaughtered
the beast is waking…2000 years of death has kept his alive
polish his halo's red maroon death song. he'd follow if the war is on.
the blue lights keep the backroom bright and sound is under control now.
My father in heaven enjoys the show. I do to. Third was the best as good as the
first.

Third thud
It was beautiful and the audience lovely
drama students that valued poetry
my lines! I was happy with and yet
someone thought it was strange
Caesar was happy and gladiators free
to go the maroon night in front of Christ with lime cordial
and orange and beer and flat white such is life
something to talk about. Chelsea was sweet
but hunger did not abandon me at 00:45
and thus still haunted by Rob's tune
Chinese egg fried in my rice with spice
calm like the sea happy to be me
mom still complains and Murray felt that I should be clearer
in the stupid detective line but life is good
I'm enjoying drama like I should

the faithful came and the adrenaline showed
Murray was initially happy and Lorca is perfect
Lime cordial with the star
puppet at head level from the head the sound must come
you won't ever tell if I tell you

all well that ends well
the gladiators win freedom
the crowd is happy
Caesar is king

First day was sensational. all props in the dark
showed their ugly faces
torch in the pocket and mask in the suit
is the new face
faithful black
next day robbie got mixed up
but I recovered
The volcanoes and earthquakes shuddered
and no third
all three wed the day
5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5
anyone in 347 for 5

if this was Kerala…the snake in the grass would finish you.
Check the globe sits so can be robbed
and black flaps when he always needed a virgin
half in light
half without

you are a most certainly
a stalker how can one
and how can Krsna says one blind lead another
under a table where puppets talk in a stutter
two in a gutter

This is the end of the world in a country that has no scorpions and snakes
but you could be a pigeon
and beware of the blind alleys that lead to deception
be not too nice to others
or they will search for motives
and make you what they the want the clay to fit!
Repeat after me: do not be nice!
There is no malaria or cholera
just paranoia

Will it be?
Though not because anyone has been particularly fair
we all have our dark secrets to hide
`we all have our roasted cashews that produce sulphur
too many mosquitoes in the country.

I told you I have learned
In drama everything is connected
the stage to lights
lights to mike
mikes to music
music to dialogue
dialogue to director
director to dancer
it's a game of collaboration
and I paid my part
I wanted to help in design and publicity anyway but
looks like that signed document
with the unreferenced entrée was lost.

faith can crack quite easily
in drama its who you know not what you know
mists will break silences
but muffle sights
two-facedness is the new niceness
No one knows where to stand
stick a paper and another and one to another
as characters are glued by shallow tape
suddenly the loved ones are warned
and their loved ones in a chain
you do not touch him
he's ungrammatical
that's where Pierrot loses his credibility
faith loses fate

In
appropriate behaviour has made me blush
smiling at a hopeless crush
your christian values
your samaon smile
things you have been through
your coffee in the open grey corner
outside the library
you have survived
you are strong
you are real

no
I do not seek a kiss
i like the way the muffin
sits
and your smart dress
flutter in the winds.
and the sound of your smile
and the smell of your lips

Booth SHOW
Mystics little pipe's dim wit
to the typewriter. listening? Drawing? cigarette from packet, gust Parrot
streetlight.
Unfaithful sleepy chain drags out in St Petersburg
Police mugshot are like marble and what whiteness! empty fairy tales and
unfortunate madman
Saxophone at the crossroads, In the grey twilight snowstorm songs
switches streetlamp whispered Cigarettes' fiery trail semi-muffled meeting
captivating Clown gloomy Flashing, flaming typing furiously
play the song in the end

Break finances a bullet could kill a turkey's song
Four planes about to start bombarding
Million things in black
Million
Design and costume
And lines and emotions
And timing start before the other stops
rock…seating turn corners
warm voice
stretch massage gums
voice hair
Victoria looks up and smiles
chaos runs rampant and my little children echoes with fires
postion is crucial
timing paramount
tone essential

poet pleasure courage glimpse invented
Angels, lyres of dreams, coins dormant talkative playwrights
a trap by simple city people's immense torrent of on-lookers laugh, blazing
lights pale, ambushed playwright theatre cup of coffee
The globe Violins are smell of white lilies and stars?
Coward soccer player…in Spain plots a lie
ermine and silver painted flies
tacky warning from the Gods
Red bottoms in the kingdom of god
Sound of feathers in Titania's woods
Shepherd's bear
Crimson moon and blood
foyer foyer…and foyer!

I don't believe in your god
Of sacred scared scarred vengeance
you pronounce but where is the rubber?
1947 was when India became free
And the optimistic curtain curtailed and still fell.

The red light goes on
Then blue then yellow
The stage is set

Bravo
Uncle is dying of cancer and I talk to him

wrestle with God, Jet of booth and
Puppet's Blood
where the fuck is the title
fragmentation, comedy and horror
innovative Professor fascinating theatre.

radical staged envisaged, searched
design, I tried
light I laboured and
publicise in 347

involvement is crucial
but I had been dealing with issues
not serious but impressive.

the third day got cancelled
I felt sad for Murray and me
some cared. some went home.
Naomi is sensational. Chelsea feels she should say it like this
as we bandage for the End of the World
The priest is fat pinching bums again
bums that have gone away but the atmosphere is positive and thus I feel like
coming in thesse black rooms

Chelsea is a seductress
and millions of guys
I love the plays
they are poetry and sadness has officially no meaning
my demotivation returns as our troops sick and me with an injured soldier
as God says "we don't want to cripple you"
and the prostitute laughs.

The lines were plotted on a computer and my suggestions were ignored
till I lost voice and when I tried to give them silently
I was asked to deliver them loudly
I did not think of that sarcasm said
ignorance laughed

pissed off. Now I know why real life drama are not successful
in easy going culture

and sometimes jumpers burn in the makeup lights
such is life
happens all the time
no need to worry

The play, I fumble
without a title just a hint of sarcasm and loads of curious surprise
as I am ushered away
Never want to collide with Robbie
or stamp on his finger in the blue light as it is difficult to
find my faithful black suit
and the stupid detective trench coat is it called
more ribbon screams for a tamer audience
my name is taken to denounce her later

Jamie's flat is Pune
feels like home
Stella is family
Steve had asked me to relax and enjoy
and I need cotton the cat
the violin
My lines are final and I enjoy myself
Flatmates kept me from paint but I did twist a few lights
the black room is a complex place.

Day one. Even I am good. We read the original text before Murray
does his intense magic and mystics become detectives
the Thompson with a p and without
the chairs have holes in them as Sophie's aunt says that
she's going to put bums on the chair
the first day is hilarious people laugh
murray is positive with me
and I pay back the compliment.
the screaming psycho scorpio flatmate is gone
and I am relaxed and haircut appreciated
I confirm it is show time
and feel one with the team
murray's card and words are sincere and touch us
our father in heaven is happy
we cue as lights go blue dark bright
Victoria is the queen
and the fairy saves the Chinese man who fell from the skylight
The theatre is alive and burning like a tiger

Chelsea is awesome like Mel and rob who's kiwi humble
claps are real and the man with the funny hat congratulates me
I am stunned
I thought I was a bad actor…
Where did that come from?
the skylight or all night coffee place
hadn't Murray warned him about my accent and my grammar
We were splendid. the globe bounced as I asked, "Aren't you coming to the
rehearsal
This town is big enough for both of us

Sophie's massage idea is splendid. It really relaxes my shoulder
and my haircut has made my head light
Swiss wrist watch Italian wrist watch
Unique New York
and then
rob's river is flowing
flowing and growing
Rachael! God bless Rachael.
I have cleaned up my act and am more
present
line ready
attentive.

The Pirate scarf starts off Mel as characters appear
It was my idea and I am proud of it.
as the ribbon jet of blood
when the whore bites back without
pink lipstick on her nipples

There he was on on the phone laughing as if he had a cold
a muslim that my aunt married
a writer
a islam scholar
in his later years
who could not keep his son Muslim
our cousin sameer sharif
I dont know what to say i shake
I ask him how he is
he laughs like
when he read my first entry in my green diary at the pond that I lost
as i explained him sinbad movie, he was testing my spoken english
and he gave me his dubai shirts
as we flew paper planes
and read his believe it or not
and other books under the bed
and ran up and down the stairs
he loved my aunty
but can barely move but laugh in his strong voice
i say alhumdulillah
he says allah hu akbar
thank god for a few phrases in arabic

she touched my face today as I shaved and chopped
I told you it will all fall in place
You must find another person to trust with your frusts

I need the nurse. Spell check my grammar. Amicable answers

give me your bits
minor bits of filth in the confessional
there you have it. Se la Vee. the green cock piece is humour taste
and I can hardly wait
though on last day I shall cry
71 bullets zero in
ke sera
ke sera
ke sera
sera

there is kindness lost on a doctor's bad
the crew is sick
I'm third world immune to everything but aids and syphilis
and I don't want the whore
Don't hurt mummy. Dad
Don't hurt mummy. Dad
very bad

give me some earplugs to kill midsummers nocturnal emission

Shakin like a steven
there's one in every class
and your pink hair laughs
stage management was for a reason
but print lost colour to gain balance
somethings gotta give
but it's showtime and I am an occasional man
the turtle's beads wont fall yet
infact they might never

Katrina has the number now and tsunami is delayed forgotten
because the end of the world does take place but official has no meanings
unless you pony tailgate brown scarf as thunder yawns
and robbers balance to a new equilibrium
the mongrels will leave and bubble will burst

and shakespeare's moon is a mere lumberjack.
You said you will be happy to see the prompt go
Well M things hew is hard but fare
You wanted reality
I will take the roof off
it's you and its me
in any city
in any country
and I will be able to sing the song again
god has never stopped me
and god is on my side
against jews and other obscure races

From the pile of jnryd.o (clothes in Dvorak) rises the princess
crimson lights a comedienne Lorenzo who is dying of your love
tiger tiger burning at Anglican church brightest
slim one walks. need amy to read my draft
a cold draft from a stony beach

Dad still fixated on the grandfather clock
I declare the end of the world…
a text sent to Irene
Irene is a name of a black cat
brambled cat…
so what do I like
I love the comrades…I love the killing of the handsome young man
I love the world and everything is beautiful
I love Oh eternal horror oh eternal gloom

I hate…you won't ever give me way if I tell you.
I hate the one-sidedness and callous behaviour questioning mushrooms and
machines

I love the song. The air is for me October moon
Neither a stud nor a wimp I will be
men will live men will die
I will bleed in my poetry

It's a such a beautiful song that will be never sung again

BEFORE LUCIFER BECAME HIS WORST ENEMY. HE WAS GOD'S FAVOURITE ANGEL. THE ALL
NIGHT COFFEE PLACES IN SPAIN SEEMS SO ROMANTIC. "COME ON SUNEAL, IT'S NOT THE
END OF THE WORLD.", I SAY TO MYSELF. JUST ONE SHOW CANCELLED. BUT I FEEL THAT
LIFE HAS PAUSED. I CONNECT TO MURRAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 710. NO, DON'T GET
ME WRONG. I HAVE BEEN A GREAT FAN OF HIM AND IN FACT, DEDICATED A POEM TO HIM
SINCE HE HAD ECO-GIFTED HIS BOOK BY THE TINFISH PRESS. LOVE THAT NAME. ROSA
GETS SCARED OF TIN FISH. ROSA LUXEMBOURG
So where are we? The End of the worlds
black ever so gifted ever so slight is the gift economy
a tyranny that Lucifer understood
an insecurity that poisoned his air.
there was injustice, demotivation, favouritism and absolute hatred in the air

every tall poppy had to be cut
it was a psycho mission from a psycho god.
drama is everywhere like poetry it stands out
a sadness that I can't refuse
a hatred that I can't embrace

but it was not always like this as they say
the gods have fallen lower than the fallen angels
Rosa, can you get me some coffee and some lights
in this dark place please.

But sorry that's outdated, we don't see it that way anymore
I learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and
learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and
learned and for sure I learned
but not as blazing as 347 blazed dead souls
and live poets and opening graves.

Let's start when the hermits sat smoking and drinking coffee
I stuck like a chewing gum to my orange juice
` I will see you at the crossroads my friends
the hermits came out of the parnell cave
same place where emma burnt an Anglican hole.

dad is steal trying to fix that master clock
behind shiv's picture
the clock tower kindda clock
"there's a thin line between love and hatred"
since second day is when it all falls apart
beware of the second coming

I hate you and the world is beautiful
and I learned a lot a curve that bent on the American highway that shattered
every myth in town
Chelsea brings sugar to the performance

I'm satan. a figure that is omnipresent murray
you can't take him out of the equation. 347 is heaven
and performance skills was great
but
but but
I learned that the stage can be coloured to the noir drakkar
to the million triangles and their silly yellow
mirror images
I learned that there is a real connection
as adam and eve
must have been brothers and sisters

and the fat priest came into the open on the third day
abandoning his pearls for pinches and punches
after all who else will
feed on minor bits of human filth in the confessional.
there you have it.

but god rested on the 3rd day
and my heart broke a wee bit
emotions of a woman I must have.

emma screamed
like million concubines
my grandfather had them in pairs like the german who shot
my muslim friend in the heart as his lover betrayed all his senses

in god we trust but does he trust us.
god joked and the whore laughed
BITCH LOOK at your BODY
French accent
like the girl in the passageway

the cardboard love of mine
The drama is poetry
sheer poetry
Not a shred of meaning and colourful as hell
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo!
I hated scorpions coming out of vagina but that's gone
over and done with
black is the national colour
but you art passion
you art
I have seen you cry at scenes
and so do i
my friend
some fragment of meaning attacks at Malaysian Airport
some love angle and I cry

But I am better than Steven Seagall
it's a pity you chose to exemplify me
it's almost cruel as you say,
"there's one in every class"
and the look at your body laughed

you teach me subject and object
it's strange
how much knowledge you assume I do not have.

Drama is NZ is like drama anywhere
dying and kept alive
and captain my captain I salute your spirit
I like your concentration as you watch rehearsals
after rehearsal as something new

I like your sensitive soul
so where were we?
yes I am waiting an event is drawing nigh
a gun is being loaded
the god of the army rarely forgives
or never forgets

the cat has been crucified
and painted fish and painted stars scar young rosa
as show girls and their cream, red blue diamonds
it's horrible
go inside…you will be safe there

Yes the lines were not learned and absences were always present
scorpio is rising as coffe cools on custom street at 2 am
raglan waits and stella steals one more heart.

into a million
billion

shattered pieces

suneal suneal
you call out from the deep

an abyss

you dug for yourself

suneal i don’t hate you

every year i wonder if you are ok
you are fine
every year i call out your name
i’m sorry

can you hear me
there’s only one emma
she’s the wind that no one can see

you don’t hate me…
just one question

one question

are you ok?

now the cops have lost their third report
visa card and black leather wallet missing
report a missing
report b missing
missing report missing
paperwork does not reach database

coolas diamonds are forever
go on scratch the blue couch
cold sets in misty kiss
what do i care
he’s allowed on the couch…
massey’s late
somewhere in those white houses
pat kicks and boxes
western sun shines
on queen silver unitec
bus…slightly dear
softly near

was late last night
golden small twinkling lights
in the setting sun in the valley
monkey’s wedding amy is a north
indian fijian raincall
we call it nude rain
as the sun is brilliant
golden to the silver drizzle

End of World Production
carefully Hello light bright Lady
Invitation
stage manager
Pressure is on
Lashkari
galati se
mistake ho gayaaa
sorry the real
newspaper
Incredible
ok, it’d help if i sent these too huh Wed May 09, 2007 302k

too hard man!
Current Address Details
hidey ho
fiction
lifewriting
React to the Following colours and design
a you moving today!
a start on the props list

i blow on the evening shadow glass
Henderson’s Highs
as justice wrestles on grass
the pond without ducks
left at the brown end of the station
a raft in the blackroom
god is blundering
thundering
nervous

a new born baby
ticklish giggling
at exactly
the same hour
day after day
ed’s wife

goes to his grave
and baby
stops smiling
tickles gone
at that time
no twists no turns

ed’s wife
pleads his return
baby is smiles
giggles back
edward killed
poisoned – death

makes
baby smile
same time
as when
he was alive

last time green jamie smiles

last whistle softly blows

night train from papakura
goodbye my whanau
– goodbye my brother
I go west today

the street light bounces in zen
the train rattles the doors
the quiet dead town gone crazee

the five dollar rice bowl sleeps
whitcoulls yawn
library snores
goodbye my lover

goodbye my friend

you have been the one
you have been the one

for me

three forty five:
7th may

storms saliva roullette tables
dancing coffee bullet grazing me
dad dancing prancing. grandma here
uncle fights as we hide grandpa is dead
yet winning. storms outside
earthquake too. i run up skytower’s casino
young preteenage girls
dancing…
accelarator…red hot pants
school kids in gambling arena
i run to stormy sandy loo
blacklady follows i show her the beach otherside
howl again. three dead people.
wrecked sea punctured soul…pillow bleeds

glancing at my hand

as the dead

call

brian brian…

there’s a sound…

a slight hissing rustling rallied lost

found midnight’s murmered dream

early hour’s hound

i call your name…

search I my dreams

in the farthermost corners

of brick houses called homes

in the summer continent

i cry your saline

name

go home soldier…

but you….

you are not there…

a damp mud spider

sings a hollow grave tune

of barbed wires and nazi bullets

as i turn around

touch

you. you lie

they need you there…

sigh….

i

next to me

i wish it was you

through to a new eternity

cicadas sing weeds outshine your flags

Brian Brian i still call your name. Wished he was you

and we were

under orange tree…

sigh….

we live but once

and

die ……………….forever

where neither death

nor life

is ours to

choose

I need you here…

here as heavy combat boots

wake me in wellington

widowed are we by a war

i

you could have grown ugly together

just once

just once again

just forever

brian brian…

sigh….

you never left me

and

grave……………….errors

are exactly that

cause neither life gave

nor death took it away

tomorrow i see you on stage
my eyes filled with fear
rain rages walks miles
fields bouncing horses
soil smells of drain
farm country estates agency
love hate
outta here

chicago cheap clock towered railway station
smokes suits chagrin the late night train
illegal liquor canadian guns are blazed
twisted scarred faces capone again
platforms searched book keepers and their
long dark long black rain coats

whom can you trust whom can you blame
a shadow a mist or a mere name
long tall sally brunette blond a friend
laughs like tunasia sings like tequila
Dead Poet’s Pepsied Brain needs a sane
archive queen in dark dingy cellars again

Detective smokes splits spits burns cigar
a body scans the room! a mirror in midnight loo
slightly cracked a girdle a shift a route a tramp
map a chum. true like a blue sagittarius friend
brown jacket walter PPK a shot in the beige building
a cry a scream hysteria is a dream. lights awake

tall blonde’s ex-laughter pauses. flights sigh
Interpol to Baker in Queen’s isle in great britain
Money Blesses 1936 ash DNA seeks a long lost love
cellar sleeps semi-burnt face bath tub’s empty
shots on train whistles mist potter mixed
a kick in the main-frame PC blue black Mac.

Mystery Blonde cuffs Google to NZEPC.
8,220,000 frontiers seek find lost Poet.
coffee blonde is a loyalty
platonic miss branded soul

nice humane touch
metallic soldier
lumber jaqueline
red rider
english cutting woods
spanish smiling eyes

sprinkle gold dust on grey day
sounds
noise
pandemonium
chaos
Mr Joe chases bikes
as I chase drama
no other dream
just debates and english

piano plays in the auditorium
space captain forgets their crew
foodtown is cleaning buying tampons
as white girls gets back the stolen purse

year nine is nonsense
music played periods pass