Now At the beach For my morning walk I inhale deeply the cool air A sweet saline taste pervades, An inverted pyramid of sunlight Shimmers, on the green jelly ocean Stretching to the flanks of Rangitoto Which lies quietly, a sleeping dragon Guarding Auckland harbour’s entrance I’d like to take a big bite out of the sky wash it down with some emerald sea
with mortar and pestle i grind these unripe seeds of wax free inspiration flourishing with weeds tincture with ambrosia and sprinkle in some herb throw away the recipe add some cloves of mirth blend in a bouncy rhythm and mix it to a paste spice with a pinch of desire tongue touch it just to taste imbibe every morning with your cup of tea and last night’s dreams for seasoning.
Our tortured flower, no tower, of love, loosed, lost, Tumbled, wrecked, your night’s thighs splayed, Toppled what was and cannot now, be again. Damned to a lonesome highway, a fragile kite To float away against the drawing velvet night.
bits of brittle shit bark, and detritus wrecked and burnt stacks of sticks on the track, fall in an orange pond of light melt in the moult mould a word of guilt or of gold, i'm cut free let go see watch snow fall sigh die I.
Rusted bikes and Bits of brush The babbling brook Forever hushed A white heron On a black tyre Looks on in disgust At a murdered river With busted guts It boils with acid And factory slush A stench of death And festering pus Raped and pillaged By acts so gutless How can you sleep With the blood On your cutlass The heron cries, Then takes flight From the river, So luckless.
Your distorted guitar roar icy blue lightning saw tragicomedy lyricism surreal carnival witticism apocalyptic guitar slicing through the fakery of our pseudo society's bakery Meg hammering home the truth cymbal smashing pudding proof wired, never tired never yawn every electric moment I'm reborn tasting the silver sounds of every chord here's to you Jack guitar wizard let it soar...
rain falling in slivers across the road down the rivers cast loose your lost love’s frost, steel your heart in moss carve through the night with rusty chisel, bury the dismal turn about, float, drizzle, mould yourself of clay, fast post your weary mind to yesterday, trip slip beyond the grip twist the tortured flower of love no tower, this hour obeyed tumbled wrecked, your night thighs splayed damned to a lonesome highway on a fragile day embark, hark the herald angel’s flitting wing glory to the lizard king. bend, river - turn your last trick honk your horn you stupid dick… take the whip, crack wide the dawn here have some sugar coated prawns.
We wobble along Through a Kyoto lane To the Kamo river, Where life’s at play; Two spotted lizards On a vending machine A flutter of bats On the humid breeze A lone black bass In a splash of green.
On the eastern hills A huge black cloud Heaves its mighty chest, Blowing giant kisses Toward the pale moon’s face In a burst of lust The cloud lets loose A silent flash of light Illuminating the river, Painting the hillside white.
We cross a footbridge The following day To an ancient temple Through summer rain, Amongst the incense, Bells and chanting, As I step near The statue of Fujin A tui calls out On the horizon.
Have written poetry since the age of nine. Published here and there - one solo effort of prose in '85. Do vocals in a band using my poetry and lyrics + some co-written with bassist/synthist Glenn http://www.crunchyweta.blogspot.com/
All for now, ciao.