an old wooden russian bucket is home
grey dog dogs days
city winds black
grey cook strait
leaf jumps. dies.
waikaremoana bleeds
waikato leaves
waitakere croes
a star falls
& another
& another
horses fly let them eat the violin
who cares
black red lipstick swan floats
every grave had it's own poetry
fat one high window has sea
other collects dust
a bumblebee's gliding glee
Second Half
5
The clown I love more than yellow and blue kiwi buses where danger
meets speeding boats & tumbling rocks
and flowers. No one needs to die tonight
Let me sleep besides the ducks who
gives a fuck at best it rhymes with Alexia's
helicopter black wings black cars
on bright days smile like Sesa. If
I had to love one, just one for the rest
of my new world life. One that I could
pack and save in the warehouse of my heart.
It would still be Emma or May. No one else'd do
I fly to queenstown christchurch and a french colony
with a Maori name and fail the 5000th assignment
cause humans have a million problems no grass
to lie on or smiling Samoans
6
A fish knows my name like a small juhu lane light
where Savitaben Shah died
the gospel has a camoflage smile
recycled for flying ducks. The fat racist cunt Natalie
calls us foreign friends. Oh Peter don't suck up to Pakehas
and find yourself a foreigner in your own land
Mangoo does not give a fuck for red double-decker buses
just cousins. No fish and chips shark song kiss as mom
and daughter laugh at racist slurs. Lie a little
No one has to die tonight. Wellington calls, trees grateful
no wasps here. Do we need a scanner, Mr Allen. Or just pee on grass
I promise M I will sing ghazals from Q st to Albert Unity, a learning licence
scootie is brilliant idea better than ghosts sleeping by your side
wright from reception
dark turmoil steps from black rooms
you smile like gentle yeats
a laughter fills the murky abbey
Life’s a theatre. you say I can always take
that paper next year. (Yeah, wright!)
you are solace in dead silence
understanding and so strong at that stage
Strictly on relative choice
it’d be me. mom unwell depression tablets
not working. Familiar plot?
your wooden desk is still alive
as you walk on 13th century portraits
kate knows you are home
i know you aint alone
oh men and their hidden chambers
david you were our pride.
a goliath of a legacy.
farewell my friend
