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dusk rain surrenders
bright clouds bleed a war-red
kurosawa sky | sballas |
graying sky soaring;
a roof above the heads of
mortal creatures beneath | sballas |
in the hour of foxes
shadows slip and slink around
edges of perception | sballas |
flesh gnaws at its chains.
tainted souls dance in rubble /
echoes murmur in the skin. | sballas |
familiar photos on the wall
remind me of who i am
but who the fuck are they? | sballas |
iridescence
painting colour in the moist air
clouds weeping prisms | sballas |
fall's blaze of folly
deposits rich red blood cells
on winter's bare bones | sballas |
freshly shaved legs
and washed my sheets today
going to bed bliss | sballas |
the smell of wet earth
streetlight halos in the rain;
yukatta raincoat | sballas |
no washrooms anywhere;
crouching behind a tree
i can hear everything now | sballas |
drowning in whiskey -
she left again
and keeps leaving | sballas |
burned trees among
the fading living:
reminder | sballas |
coffee with buddha
i talk about my worries
his dick-ass smile. | sballas |
broken umbrellas
young women's hats-flattened
cormorant weather | sballas |
corner store:
spider's built a web
across the butterfly nets | sballas |
crescent moon?
"still
i turn my gaze back" | to the muddied path |
"good night
fair city"
your belly button sex drive | makes me fucking sick |
trying to tune in
a song of the soul but my
reception is bad | sballas |
not willing to leave
"this imperfect nest
this bird" | has so much to learn. |
water into wine
every time you look at me
my girl parts get drunk | sballas |
starlings gossip
amused at our lovemaking
the quivering limbs | sballas |
winter chill-
"around the windy corner
" | surprise! full moon. |
midnight:
bats are diving
"""it's hot | "" she says" |
whiskey and cigars
perfect companions for this
mountainous refuge | sballas |
spring football players
"pop and hustle
grunting." | yearless. fatter. |
alone tonight-
how blue
the moonlit iris | sballas |
the clouds open up
"a halo of rain
downpour" | "your lips |
luggage gone astray
'welcome home' from purring cat
the best elixir | sballas |
curvaceous woman
vibrates at the edge of you
"a dark | sultry lie" |
fading oil worker
"bedded now
and filled with tar" | counting his regrets |
meditation class
he begins by contemplating
the blonde's navel | sballas |
"paul mccartney
"
a conspiracy theory: | he's really a douche |
me and my best friend
smoke rollies behind garage
think our moms won't know | sballas |
shopaholics wet
leather jackets protect well
river ice creaks loud | sballas |
disused bridge
mist flows
over the river | sballas |
driving home -
the rainbow
arrives there before me | sballas |
changing our sheets -
cherry blossom
drifts to the floor | sballas |
camping ground -
the cries
of other people's children | sballas |
leaving your home -
kowhai flowers
flick off my windscreen | sballas |
there???????not there
the spider's thread
catches sunlight | sballas |
round and
round and round -
the moon | sballas |
lamplight -
a moth zigzags
between stars | sballas |
benefit cuts
her letter to santa
goes unanswered | sballas |
spring moon
she re-threads my dead
nana's pearls | sballas |
where soldiers
once slept and died -
a spider's home | sballas |
replying to his letter
the paper cold
against my hand | sballas |
west coast holiday
a ponga frond
unwinding | sballas |
old pines
each one leans
apart | sballas |
walking over pebbles
her pocket
grows heavy | sballas |
sunday morning
a dog sniffs the base
of the goal-post | sballas |
on a diet
she devours
recipe books | sballas |
green light -
a small spider darts
across the windscreen | sballas |
piercing cold -
a kea calls
through the mist | sballas |
children's voices
the ducks
swim closer | sballas |
visiting my ex -
the dog licks
my face | sballas |
gusty wind
barley heads sweep
in a mexican wave | sballas |
first white butterfly
my cabbages
not yet planted | sballas |
moonlight
the stream flows from shadow
to shadow | sballas |
road to the beach
wave after wave of blue
hydrangeas | sballas |
silver frost
a pigeon wing tilts
to the rising sun | sballas |
jagged mountains
a harrier hawk
hangs in the air | sballas |
off-street parking
cabbage tree fragrance
fills the spaces | sballas |
frost shimmers
the distant mountains
so close | sballas |
last sun
the footprints over the dunes
filled with shadow | sballas |
morning shallows
the wading birds
all conjoint | sballas |
low tide -
i walk to you
across the sky | sballas |
all this way
in your letter
that cigarette smell | sballas |
checking the map
the road disappears
into a fold | sballas |
weather forecast
searching the sky
for an isobar | sballas |
autumn morning
clearing the misty window
to see the mist | sballas |
lemon blossom
accidentally picked
perfumes the whole room | sballas |
grandson's visit
we compare notes
on his parents | sballas |
fish and chips night
first home
the smell | sballas |
emptying the mousetrap
the tiny drop
of blood | sballas |
gravestone
underneath the weeds
we will not forget | sballas |
in the dark part
of her wardrobe -
"a snout | eyes" |
summer rain -
finding chocolate frogs
at the back of the shop | sballas |
each streetlight
with its own rain -
clock of mah-jong tiles | sballas |
slicing papaya
the swing
of her black pearls | sballas |
first dance -
the moon
in her hair | sballas |
waitangi -
the parson bird
sings a different song | sballas |
family photo box
how my father smiles
in black and white | sballas |
raindrops
and the sound
of a shoe being unlaced | sballas |
bitter tea - my teeth
leave indentations
in the polystyrene cup | sballas |
to write as simply
as you pick
a single blade of grass | sballas |
"each day less light
"
the smell of printer's ink | on the morning newspaper |
"first snow
"
the eyes of the sparrows | sharp and bright |
during the rainstorm
the child's colouring-in
becomes more intense | sballas |
winter's end-
a folded poem
stops the window rattling | sballas |
"the storm passes
"
sunlight | on the back of a sheep |
"red red hibiscus
"
its stamen casts | a purple shadow |
the old broom
sweeps away
bits of itself | sballas |
a raindrop
riding a spider's thread
leaf tip to leaf tip | sballas |
aquajogging
the instructor's toenails
painted blue | sballas |
arthritis
the dog chews
an old bone | sballas |
cheerleaders
the synchronized bounce
of pony-tails | sballas |
end of a stalk
the caterpillar climbs
a ladder of air | sballas |
fallow field
the frosted shadow
of a scarecrow | sballas |
landing in her lap
a scroll of bark
from the eucalypt | sballas |
losing track
of my thoughts the flight
of a butterfly | sballas |
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