Betty Fluff
From wence you came
there you return
child of dust
Betty Fluff.
Why that's just a bit of fluff
misheard by a small pair of ears.
She's as real as her particles
dog, dirt, and that which was
sighed and sloughed from us all.
Now skudding across
the linoleum floor
The force of . . .
The Treasure
The Treasure is udr
The sea. Deep deep deep
udr the wotre the
Treasure is der.
Or so he wrote.
Udr. Oh drrr
Votre voiture
Dear treasure
Is derrière
Derrière la voiture
Diving, driving down
Not one
Not two
But three deeps
Beep beep beep.
Poppy day
They head in a
hasty evening
commute to the
Big Stump over
the gold vineyard
wind-up quail
nod-walking at
speed, now that they
suspect the glow
of eyes through the
balcony rail
might really be
Something. But her
hope of a quick
kill is fading.
Soon,spotted dog
lanky and . . .
Not home
Right now is not home.
It's more a classic
Kiwi camping ground
at the beach.
With the salty lick of a
Tip-Top summer
and the butterfly anticipation
of what may eventuate
in the flimsy tent
lashed by wind and grit.
Macrocarpas and magpies
nod their disapproval
as cars wheel in the sand.
Two stars
One is for Mauri
Take a few
Exquisite things
And by dint of magic
Breathe. Breathe. Right there
In the kitchen. Life.
So that it quivers on the tongue
And sings in the mouth.
The second is for Aroha
Selflessness
In your act of
Creation. Hand over
Your fleeting perfection
To a . . .
This is my flesh
For reasons unknown someone
cast from a car
a whole rack of lamb in a
clear plastic bag.
Daily we note its steady decay
crossing the road like
hurrying Pharisees.
Hoping some other
kind soul out there
Will grant the beast
a decent burial.
God of lambs
forgive them for
they know not what . . .
Do I love you? My oh my
Right across the valley
are two peaks the
exact same height.
That Ruamoko would play
such a trick
is no surprise.
For love has the same
wild forces that
thrust up
Te Tiritiri o te Moana
or razed a whole cathedral
yet can be divided
in equal size
across two lives.