I wander through town by day,
Stopping at Sparch to chat.

I meander about town in the eve,
Chasing the hues of dusk.

I tear up in misplaced anxiety but,
Keeping my eyes on the sky

I am transfixed by what is above us,
Spacing out into that golden indigo fade

I know I am lost, yet I am with the horizon.
Lost in the sauce,

I dream of escape, albeit to an unknown destination.
Bathing in this, 1⁄f

Under the still and open stars of a cousin's farm
too far to touch, I've dreamt of whiskers on catfish
since we last had tea.
The Waitomo Caves are strung by glowworms I
was too afraid to be touched by.
What if it touched my arm
and had me turn around?
If one had stuck my lip?
If I'd feel my face in blue glow light
just for a while?

I'd rest my head upon your arm
to take a memory for Facebook.
Your college crush would see herself
as phosphoric string that brushed your hair.
At night we'd drink a flower-blossomed tea
and meet again, two cave fish in a dream.

Daydreaming of quality time, alone.
Diving into bush pools and rivers,
sun-soaked,
wet rocks under-***,
hair slick down back,
drip on shoulders;
stronger now there’s nothing
holding me down.

Down I dive,
further- deep into peace.
I’ll eat air and drink my own laughter in gulps until I’m drunk
and fall off my rock
right back in the water-fallen ripples
again.

Let the tui talk and the fantails walk
behind me,
as I make my own naked trail
through fairy-forest vines,
over moss-mounds and thick roots.

With no cars, I can climb,
every tree is my castle,
every branch a limb
to protect me.

I’ll barefoot tumble down a Pinetree *****,
carve my poems into soft-bark trunks,
let the wind fuel my fire.

To you, it might sound bland
In all honesty, it's rather grand!
Come see dead seabirds in the sand
Plane tickets are in high demand
For the "beautiful" country of New Zealand.

l.v.s

Poverty stricken
Looking for a sign?
Constrained , Confined?
Nothing here is divine

They look at me as if i were a ***
But what i am is a mother’s son.

Hard to tell who here isn’t a victim
Of the political capitalist system

No need for a new flags
We already have enough
Glam rags

Money spends fast
Poverty doesn’t live in the past

Wrap your arms around me
Stop the tide from breaking me apart
And hold together
My separating limbs
As they loose from their settings
Keep me steady
Between your beating heart
As skin sparks a current
And I feel a shiver from mine to yours
Hold breaths and sigh
Shaken tremblings from a tested self
Let loose as it unravels beneath you
And the quiver of our meeting
Tickles tips of toes and tongues and hands

Crash!  Boom!  Stomp!
Warlike scream bellows
Fierce knees and elbows