Personal effects
Is it not enough
that the blank annual forms
remind and remain
in accusing dust?
That your old safe roof
has finally blown loose like
the final straw of
a wild shaky house?
That her gifts and stuff
are found everywhere and
you realise that
you cannot be.
That nothing you have . . .
Strange angel
Twenty one years and one day
since we were startled by the
strange angel
We had no idea what would come
and how to explain the dewy glow
of heaven
to the staff. But they just took
him and ordained his ordinary weight
in this world.
He stayed as one with the sky
we had no idea how to make
him fly . . .
Cass
I saw her coming around the dirt road from well up on the hill. I knew it was her, as I had been seized by a perfectly irrational desire to make use of my precision zoom lens and note her swinging arms and swishing floral shorts. She was singing again. The road ran alongside the railway track. She was meant to be waiting with the rest of us . . .
Whanganui-a-tara
Solace in the Wind
as if
we ever find that.
Handsome brass man in a
brass monkey town
won't you take me
take me down.
Naked messiah
calling the waves
to account for their ways.
You stay put but poised
as if
to fly. But yours
is cancelled
while others are jetisonned
from . . .
Tiny dancer
The little ballet dancer was from Granny's house. By the time she came to me, Granny was being carted off into an old folks' home and her Christchurch house of decaying pre-quake dignity was being cleared out to sell.
Granny's house held wonder for me as a child. It was full of small, exquisite, magic things. The ornate . . .
Spring goodbye
Large looming blackbird
Great grinning moon
Ludicrous excess of blossom
Mesmerised fat cat
Dusk abnormally calm for this
ripping, thrashing
joyless Kapiti spring
You go from life
and life can only leer
as it always does
at this regenerative
time of year.
Love's mashup
...with apologies to the 1970s
This is the springtime of your life
There's an apple in your eye
Jasmine growing in your mind
Plants and seeds and rocks and things
You feel so dizzy dancing
No clouds are in the way
Your heart beats for Cherie Amour
Dear Lord, day by day
There is a season, yearn yearn
Sweet and sour days of summer
. . .
