TAUMARUNUI BREAKDOWN
Up hill breakdown
on a blue day heading south
heading home
to where the snow capped peaks
trade stories with clouds
And into the world of cellphones we go
interlacing with humans
quiet
loud
crooked
and vague
but all, seemingly, happy
or crazy
or both
The shaft on the water pump
sheared right off
rescue truck to Taumarunui
hot motel water
and a real bed
in a dying town
until another day
once more
shuffles the cards
I & I CAPITAL CITY
Good morning Wellington
we toed the line
past snow cone volcanoes
in our repaired and revamped van
light of heart
and light of wallet
and hitting the city at rush hour
to find a stable
some shelter for the night
Fresh night on Cuba Street
almost a european bent
the eateries and bars doing a healthy
tuesday night business
but we are peopled-out
and almost give up
when a Malaysian Goat Curry
crosses our track
and on a night such as this
it would’ve been hard to beat
Then we walk some more
buy wine and chocolate
return to our room of instability
and allow a few hours to drift by
looking down at the traffic light
go red gold green
Jah Rasta Far I
praise to the highest
to the oneness of life
REASSURED
She
with her face on
coming out of the Laundry Room
her mother still inside
clutching the walking frame
but collapse will surely come
paint does not last forever
FROM A HOTEL WINDOW
just one stone building visible
old and yellow mainly
although parts are a brown/mauve
with smudges of off-white
here and there
everything else is much newer
glass walls vainly reflecting one another
and hopeful that any future earthquake
will not be disrespectful
MORNING WITH CORRUGATION
for a capital city
Wellington wakes up gently
there are hats and bags
scarves and shorts
taxis, busses and brake lights
on the grass between tall buildings
a black dog runs for a ball
and pigeons swoop down
from corrugated steel roofs
the sky is blue and calm
and if you like
you can order your breakfast
in sign language
Up hill breakdown
on a blue day heading south
heading home
to where the snow capped peaks
trade stories with clouds
And into the world of cellphones we go
interlacing with humans
quiet
loud
crooked
and vague
but all, seemingly, happy
or crazy
or both
The shaft on the water pump
sheared right off
rescue truck to Taumarunui
hot motel water
and a real bed
in a dying town
until another day
once more
shuffles the cards
I & I CAPITAL CITY
Good morning Wellington
we toed the line
past snow cone volcanoes
in our repaired and revamped van
light of heart
and light of wallet
and hitting the city at rush hour
to find a stable
some shelter for the night
Fresh night on Cuba Street
almost a european bent
the eateries and bars doing a healthy
tuesday night business
but we are peopled-out
and almost give up
when a Malaysian Goat Curry
crosses our track
and on a night such as this
it would’ve been hard to beat
Then we walk some more
buy wine and chocolate
return to our room of instability
and allow a few hours to drift by
looking down at the traffic light
go red gold green
Jah Rasta Far I
praise to the highest
to the oneness of life
REASSURED
She
with her face on
coming out of the Laundry Room
her mother still inside
clutching the walking frame
but collapse will surely come
paint does not last forever
FROM A HOTEL WINDOW
just one stone building visible
old and yellow mainly
although parts are a brown/mauve
with smudges of off-white
here and there
everything else is much newer
glass walls vainly reflecting one another
and hopeful that any future earthquake
will not be disrespectful
MORNING WITH CORRUGATION
for a capital city
Wellington wakes up gently
there are hats and bags
scarves and shorts
taxis, busses and brake lights
on the grass between tall buildings
a black dog runs for a ball
and pigeons swoop down
from corrugated steel roofs
the sky is blue and calm
and if you like
you can order your breakfast
in sign language
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