347 had burrowed 3 from irene's scorpio
and a tyger
tyger
chickening nights
thus in all fairness
each return to their individual heaven
and thus closes 347
last shot
let clouds kiss eden
adam eve
let archives cry blood
and poets grieve
adam eve
let archives cry blood
and poets grieve
a grey fountain washes blood today
a green valley seeks disaster
a filing cabinet is rusting knives
a fire is out just the fireflies
while meditators look for white flowers
in a pink river in an unknown heaven
i blow a kiss to mary brian
i wave a hand at MIke Henderson
I slow a bite on a chinese mite
I say goodbye to to 347
350th bullet grazes
i await 3 pm
hostel are lonely places
not a place to stay in simsi says
you are guilty and human and a lying hippo
hostel are lonely places
not a place to stay in simsi says
you are guilty and human and a lying hippo
the glass has thums up your cup reflects
coffee, there are tygers on the other end
there are fires foxes fabricated faults flying angels
next semester will be deception, drama, story and haunted houses
going on a free boat to a pacifika wedding...an art work
thus ends the last shot who will throw the last rock!
warmth returns to raglan
fire is the centre of earth
the core the bloody essence
and then there is water distant
volcanic air matters earth sun
there is fire on both ends. toy
with the zodiac the four elements
earth fire water air...sky oxygen
needs them and we need those who
hurt us!
the core the bloody essence
and then there is water distant
volcanic air matters earth sun
there is fire on both ends. toy
with the zodiac the four elements
earth fire water air...sky oxygen
needs them and we need those who
hurt us!
psycho psycho psycho
a fate
that cries
and laughter
devices you
sought me
and
cried wolf
psycho
you tortured
your soul
that night
and
frightened a
million fireflies
psycho
you wanna
rumble
tumble
grumble
what do you want from me?
psycho
you have her name
that's why I let you
in my life and all
you were is and will
remain is a
psycho
that cries
and laughter
devices you
sought me
and
cried wolf
psycho
you tortured
your soul
that night
and
frightened a
million fireflies
psycho
you wanna
rumble
tumble
grumble
what do you want from me?
psycho
you have her name
that's why I let you
in my life and all
you were is and will
remain is a
psycho
free wheeling 347th pain
The problem with helping someone like you
invitation to a wild
ass party your own funeral.
nice. sounds groovy aye?
and kills ya too.
invitation to a wild
ass party your own funeral.
nice. sounds groovy aye?
and kills ya too.
why
i
love
selfconfidence
only
not on you. you are insecurity
one more poetry goes to sleep
sunsets lizards die winter springs the desert is a lonely place
a lamp and two mosquitoes mating on their seats
angles triangles perksend bony antlers show their nudity
ugly as those super thin models
darkness fallsmists rise
we are on 346 and plus a few more for old gates sakes
bates kneels jalebi is a round yellow song on sesame st
an art show that no sleep can't go on to
madhav crosses east and meets nehaless me on the bridge
i had the luxury of crying for one
and wasting years like yera glasses on pink wall red grills
cricket stuttered as francis smashed a six into juhu galli
a lady on the street selling bananas and mutton hanging loose near grime
love war computers and crap
and yet when you meet me you expect me to recognise you
who are you? who are you? who are you? just because you are brown
you are not my friend...i left india because of assholes like you
zeroes who did not know confidence only hollow tunes
of shrill rapesongs pathetic i hated your ilk
i just go back for rpaying my milk
i dont want to know you in auckland or singapore
or fiji or malaysia
let alone NYC or london
if i loved you
why would i be here
if i wanted to salute your flag
i wouldn't do it in auckland
what you betrayed in kashmir
i am black
black is my colour
so let me sleep
a lamp and two mosquitoes mating on their seats
angles triangles perksend bony antlers show their nudity
ugly as those super thin models
darkness fallsmists rise
we are on 346 and plus a few more for old gates sakes
bates kneels jalebi is a round yellow song on sesame st
an art show that no sleep can't go on to
madhav crosses east and meets nehaless me on the bridge
i had the luxury of crying for one
and wasting years like yera glasses on pink wall red grills
cricket stuttered as francis smashed a six into juhu galli
a lady on the street selling bananas and mutton hanging loose near grime
love war computers and crap
and yet when you meet me you expect me to recognise you
who are you? who are you? who are you? just because you are brown
you are not my friend...i left india because of assholes like you
zeroes who did not know confidence only hollow tunes
of shrill rapesongs pathetic i hated your ilk
i just go back for rpaying my milk
i dont want to know you in auckland or singapore
or fiji or malaysia
let alone NYC or london
if i loved you
why would i be here
if i wanted to salute your flag
i wouldn't do it in auckland
what you betrayed in kashmir
i am black
black is my colour
so let me sleep
Fry Arvo
Oft silver screens shine a shadowed suns silent gaze in 902
a name a class a spell a life a game a catch and cook a voice
lost found lost again
is the memories of few Friday afternoons
a few names and few smiles
a name a class a spell a life a game a catch and cook a voice
lost found lost again
is the memories of few Friday afternoons
a few names and few smiles
Purple Shower
Purple Shower
Animal at the bottom of the sea
shining in the little pond rains created last eve
see its face vain school girl
simmering shining fluttering breeze
juicy core, hiding honey from bee
a shadow falls on land - a large ugly
dark cloud shining like love
death knew latin dame
bee hyding the bush
carnivorous animal lust
death shining bites glistening
ugly beast teeth
million gods silently watching
grimace grind
lack of place space face
bodies melted
no room
hips smashing
soil giving way
frogs dancing the rain dance
in the peacock rains
a treasure in the pollen
Crying like a child
flower perfumed
pleasure pain
again and again
body relaxed
a height forgotten
a world crashes
in the garden large amongst the thorns was a yellow flower
Animal at the bottom of the sea
shining in the little pond rains created last eve
see its face vain school girl
simmering shining fluttering breeze
juicy core, hiding honey from bee
a shadow falls on land - a large ugly
dark cloud shining like love
death knew latin dame
bee hyding the bush
carnivorous animal lust
death shining bites glistening
ugly beast teeth
million gods silently watching
grimace grind
lack of place space face
bodies melted
no room
hips smashing
soil giving way
frogs dancing the rain dance
in the peacock rains
a treasure in the pollen
Crying like a child
flower perfumed
pleasure pain
again and again
body relaxed
a height forgotten
a world crashes
in the garden large amongst the thorns was a yellow flower
WW worses SV
Dear Wordsworth
I feel you are cool
in a time when psychics
did not bend spoons
you rhymed june to moon
your poems had rhythm and stealth and poise
unlike Tennyson's sirens
by the way what do you think of Byron…
if time permits and senses permeate
can you read a few poems that I create
I feel you are cool
in a time when psychics
did not bend spoons
you rhymed june to moon
your poems had rhythm and stealth and poise
unlike Tennyson's sirens
by the way what do you think of Byron…
if time permits and senses permeate
can you read a few poems that I create
Dear Suneal
Oft in Abbeys I walk with daffodils yellow and singing
Your mail has send many a rhythm and rhyme timgling
This is not a trap nor a superior smirk
Your poems are crap and you a jerk
Gently under starry skies your words put me to sleep
By the way byron was a creep.
two tight for tamaki
...the cold is coming in
birds fly north
we guard sinuses
and drink chicken soups
with citric acid
and preservatives from
the fourth shelve in countdown
and bottom shelf in pakNsave
L's aquarius beauty keeps you warm
night Tea from the chinese china town
love a duck keeps love a tiger warm
wish i said more than blue sky fox
wished you heard me clearly
haerd what i did not say that night
last night
birds fly north
we guard sinuses
and drink chicken soups
with citric acid
and preservatives from
the fourth shelve in countdown
and bottom shelf in pakNsave
L's aquarius beauty keeps you warm
night Tea from the chinese china town
love a duck keeps love a tiger warm
wish i said more than blue sky fox
wished you heard me clearly
haerd what i did not say that night
last night
forgive me
If i snore like a jungles on fire
today is ep day today the journal will play and not a word my diary says
black and yet bright to kingdom come
cold as winter hums...i hate the rhyme rhythm
berry pops as air singeth a 342nd tune. 3 songs were borrowed from irene
tiger chickened thus 347 will be 360 just over by 9 is fine
black berry sing blues
irene is a name of a cat
some leaves have stayed to please mary
brian's gone truly gone
as louise her beauty and brains and body from hell
drives a city car and an eternal fire
black berry black berry black berry blues
black black berry blues my new email sings a new tune
black berry blues atones yahoo cone zee
today is ep day today the journal will play and not a word my diary says
black and yet bright to kingdom come
cold as winter hums...i hate the rhyme rhythm
berry pops as air singeth a 342nd tune. 3 songs were borrowed from irene
tiger chickened thus 347 will be 360 just over by 9 is fine
black berry sing blues
irene is a name of a cat
some leaves have stayed to please mary
brian's gone truly gone
as louise her beauty and brains and body from hell
drives a city car and an eternal fire
black berry black berry black berry blues
black black berry blues my new email sings a new tune
black berry blues atones yahoo cone zee
Drinking moonlight
GI's linton's low
grass' aquarius crucial blow
forget leo that i don't know
a passion rolling rapidly
grass' aquarius crucial blow
forget leo that i don't know
a passion rolling rapidly
and
miss lovely funny
pop out of the blue.
discussing Robbery
txts bournvita chilli tabasco
that you are
miss an hour long hug...
pop out of the blue.
discussing Robbery
txts bournvita chilli tabasco
that you are
miss an hour long hug...
london summer crawling down
dont leave
it hurts me
automated reply. Wish I could meet you
once and cry
and then lose you.
I had spoken without knowledge
as the train takes off from G.I.
the campus foreign and empty as if
a small, small, small, small, town
unspoken of in the unknown battery
& then the cold came. sylvia i spoke in haste
i understand how the cold can kill you, nail you
oven heat your pie
i spoke in haste and i
apologise
as the train takes off from G.I.
the campus foreign and empty as if
a small, small, small, small, town
unspoken of in the unknown battery
& then the cold came. sylvia i spoke in haste
i understand how the cold can kill you, nail you
oven heat your pie
i spoke in haste and i
apologise
as you leave
as you leave and the cold comes in
and the nights gets longer and your warmth is gone
i miss you and the way you hold hands
and the way you care
i miss you
and that night in meadow banks
and that eye engaged in the smile
that we shared i miss you
and the nights gets longer and your warmth is gone
i miss you and the way you hold hands
and the way you care
i miss you
and that night in meadow banks
and that eye engaged in the smile
that we shared i miss you
tigers from tamaki
tigers from tamaki
tamaki talks mild coffee
tane terrified dictionery sleeps
wanton wakefield make em great ann
programmed elam maya chances
you badlight goodnight skytowers
waterfalls looks like a toilet to you
are you depressed or is it a period protocol paranoia
bathroom mirrors bouncing samoans dancing jelly beans
smiling bananas gus is fishing pictures today
painter pretends poet parellels
merchant building is in a movie i pee
borrow amar chitra katha
he's a specialist
asit shah is snoopy heaven actually
charlie brown
left back aching rightside brain not working
out of order is the journal genius journalist
10 hours a great start
may be 15
women are cold
breathing mists what do i care
fuel deposits exhausted
I am at 342. dont need nothing maaan
tamaki talks mild coffee
tane terrified dictionery sleeps
wanton wakefield make em great ann
programmed elam maya chances
you badlight goodnight skytowers
waterfalls looks like a toilet to you
are you depressed or is it a period protocol paranoia
bathroom mirrors bouncing samoans dancing jelly beans
smiling bananas gus is fishing pictures today
painter pretends poet parellels
merchant building is in a movie i pee
borrow amar chitra katha
he's a specialist
asit shah is snoopy heaven actually
charlie brown
left back aching rightside brain not working
out of order is the journal genius journalist
10 hours a great start
may be 15
women are cold
breathing mists what do i care
fuel deposits exhausted
I am at 342. dont need nothing maaan
flushes
as creepy crawlies in the hot desert
million specks
thousand snakes
rattling puffing roos bouncing
45 degrees in shade
sahara you run after that little scorpion
and kick him out he's adam ant
you flush it down the toilet
creepy
poisonous
feral
Belligerent
million specks
thousand snakes
rattling puffing roos bouncing
45 degrees in shade
sahara you run after that little scorpion
and kick him out he's adam ant
you flush it down the toilet
creepy
poisonous
feral
Belligerent
creaking
montana's list is here
with clear bright blue sky
sending the chill despite salmon oil
hash browns and beans
shoulders seek peace
today is a new dream...
with clear bright blue sky
sending the chill despite salmon oil
hash browns and beans
shoulders seek peace
today is a new dream...
hermits dancing across an arabian fire
chanting aum taichi shadows
in the embers brightening by psychic energies
blow the emotional energy
blow the mental energy
stand in a golden suit
as someone shoulders pain
someone blows a cool air into my heart
7 spirits listen
3 take part
it's charged but blue positive earth
popping out in 1981
NS is gold after a red triangle at Mars
its healing reliving relevant relieving
its a million shadows dance like little chicago
sherlock indians___many miles in the skies
hands flowing like poetry as shoulders are healed
10th gate is stargate
in the embers brightening by psychic energies
blow the emotional energy
blow the mental energy
stand in a golden suit
as someone shoulders pain
someone blows a cool air into my heart
7 spirits listen
3 take part
it's charged but blue positive earth
popping out in 1981
NS is gold after a red triangle at Mars
its healing reliving relevant relieving
its a million shadows dance like little chicago
sherlock indians___many miles in the skies
hands flowing like poetry as shoulders are healed
10th gate is stargate
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
has anyone read that line which poem did i hear that in
where in the worlds I left it behind
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
comes back in my 1000 poems
where did it start who started the fire...
Brian would you know...
has anyone read that line which poem did i hear that in
where in the worlds I left it behind
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
comes back in my 1000 poems
where did it start who started the fire...
Brian would you know...
two days changed an empire
struck back as a maroon cafe had chinese tea
suspicion mixed with hot water and trust
questions psychic and psychology tears
that dream of million loves
anger that hurts and lusts
a magnet that anglo kept
and michael sings and joy is raised
suspicion mixed with hot water and trust
questions psychic and psychology tears
that dream of million loves
anger that hurts and lusts
a magnet that anglo kept
and michael sings and joy is raised
midnight eden set free
one new year night in the dark alley way of a new year party
mohan and umesh mixed the punch
as we set off to versova
the air was clean massive myriad magenta
off by the open chinese rack
and i felt free
that was 1989
this 2007 pluto mars and angled anglicans
emulate emma's gone electricity
and eden is sprinkled with gold dust
santa barbara's bold beautiful bohemian
gold like a rash everywhere sprinkled like
pepper and stars like brian's bullets and scars
as i hold you and set me free
mohan and umesh mixed the punch
as we set off to versova
the air was clean massive myriad magenta
off by the open chinese rack
and i felt free
that was 1989
this 2007 pluto mars and angled anglicans
emulate emma's gone electricity
and eden is sprinkled with gold dust
santa barbara's bold beautiful bohemian
gold like a rash everywhere sprinkled like
pepper and stars like brian's bullets and scars
as i hold you and set me free
you call it ale
we met in last life and had beer in a wooden forgotten scottish
was it irish with a cookadoodledoo on the mountains top of inn
asterix was there and robert preserbed him with allah jesus and ram-krsna
it's peace gain a lonavala waterfalls has passed over me as i wrap
naan over two wadas and salt my wounds and flush my skin and love my dream
in your arms for two hours two long hours with curious laughing angels
in a platonic meditation as we draw from eachothers wells and relax
lose 10 years and kgs...
was it irish with a cookadoodledoo on the mountains top of inn
asterix was there and robert preserbed him with allah jesus and ram-krsna
it's peace gain a lonavala waterfalls has passed over me as i wrap
naan over two wadas and salt my wounds and flush my skin and love my dream
in your arms for two hours two long hours with curious laughing angels
in a platonic meditation as we draw from eachothers wells and relax
lose 10 years and kgs...
i have cooled
the asshole is dead---long live the asshole
it's a clear day and solar flexes its arms
and heals and rises and kneels on eden and massages and messages
the angels in a blue room watch as we hold and hug
laugh and shrug
cry and tug
i am free and the eight has been cracked
and you julie art free
it's a clear day and solar flexes its arms
and heals and rises and kneels on eden and massages and messages
the angels in a blue room watch as we hold and hug
laugh and shrug
cry and tug
i am free and the eight has been cracked
and you julie art free
the night begins
yogic chants and the temple i dreamt
in a firelog house rustling like the rains
peaceful as a terrain rocky cold and brilliant
sawdust turns to gold on eden mountain
julia connects in a million lights
strange how life bites and breathes
and smiles and holds and hugs and screams
and loves and dreams
in a firelog house rustling like the rains
peaceful as a terrain rocky cold and brilliant
sawdust turns to gold on eden mountain
julia connects in a million lights
strange how life bites and breathes
and smiles and holds and hugs and screams
and loves and dreams
evening before
rob you are the rock on which gibraltar stands
your friendship is auckland's greatest gift
you are the man that I could never be
I am just a macho alpha bullshit
you made breakfast for stef and karen and chris and me
you sorted out my junk and debris from junked last life
your mother is this loveleeee soul, an angel as we throw
expired medicine and last years notes, and previous years poetry
dont worry about poetry
if we have an emergency and poetry was water needed by world poplulation to
survive
NZEPC, 343, 347 and me will make the stock
throw poetry
the fish tablets are going in November
i walk epsom salts girls and grammar
your friendship is auckland's greatest gift
you are the man that I could never be
I am just a macho alpha bullshit
you made breakfast for stef and karen and chris and me
you sorted out my junk and debris from junked last life
your mother is this loveleeee soul, an angel as we throw
expired medicine and last years notes, and previous years poetry
dont worry about poetry
if we have an emergency and poetry was water needed by world poplulation to
survive
NZEPC, 343, 347 and me will make the stock
throw poetry
the fish tablets are going in November
i walk epsom salts girls and grammar
morning after
morning at a great shower
hot and cold never aending at 1:10 PM
washing of the mad toxins
sad had beens, bad muffins
cleansing of the soul surrender
hot and cold never aending at 1:10 PM
washing of the mad toxins
sad had beens, bad muffins
cleansing of the soul surrender
lady of troy
you winder
you winder about me don't you, now?
who is he?
is he an angel as emma claimed
or devil's favourite sone
a player's joke
a player or a hopeless romantic
slightly feminine in aspects of love
you wonder now don't ya?
i cut myself in front of the library mirror as
you wandered
innes liked my shave and A
and i assured him every now and then these things happen
you wonder if i am biased and complex and awandering soul
or I m living up to a reputation
guarding those who taint me
lady
i swear by thy smile
I dont cast or stereotype
all but those who stereotype me
and i pay in kind not in kindness
cursed by a poisonous ascendant
that does not allow me to rise above my rising star
lady you may wonder but i must shave
shave those that Matter
you winder about me don't you, now?
who is he?
is he an angel as emma claimed
or devil's favourite sone
a player's joke
a player or a hopeless romantic
slightly feminine in aspects of love
you wonder now don't ya?
i cut myself in front of the library mirror as
you wandered
innes liked my shave and A
and i assured him every now and then these things happen
you wonder if i am biased and complex and awandering soul
or I m living up to a reputation
guarding those who taint me
lady
i swear by thy smile
I dont cast or stereotype
all but those who stereotype me
and i pay in kind not in kindness
cursed by a poisonous ascendant
that does not allow me to rise above my rising star
lady you may wonder but i must shave
shave those that Matter
dearest dark day
dearesr dark day
I can write a poem on you
but you have made yourself too common this may and june
these are my recovering months
when i think of the birthday girls
this is when i sleep in raglan
not raggleton
your darkness will not kill me
you can go darker i have seen worse
this is not the winter of 1963
nor this London
No poet has to die yet...
and how can you scare a man that has sseen
his mom die
go darkness and death find another dirth
I can write a poem on you
but you have made yourself too common this may and june
these are my recovering months
when i think of the birthday girls
this is when i sleep in raglan
not raggleton
your darkness will not kill me
you can go darker i have seen worse
this is not the winter of 1963
nor this London
No poet has to die yet...
and how can you scare a man that has sseen
his mom die
go darkness and death find another dirth
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
In India they say lotus
grows in the dirt grime of soil
if you did not want to succeed
why did you try
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Suneal Anand Kumar Varma
grows in the dirt grime of soil
if you did not want to succeed
why did you try
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Suneal Anand Kumar Varma
"agar murga nahi bola to kya subha nahin hogee" - Anand Kumar Todarmal Varma
The sun does not depend on the crowing of the cock.
sophocles and the elektra complex
dad loves him more than me
what can we do?
lament
torment
disrobe
life is a play
lets banish him
he's my brother and i want him
but dad can give me fame fortuna and may be
farce me in exchange
what can we do?
lament
torment
disrobe
life is a play
lets banish him
he's my brother and i want him
but dad can give me fame fortuna and may be
farce me in exchange
last night
sugar came in
a procession of ants that went into the temple
i called them machines and meant robots
he heard mushrooms
his whore laughed
but the temple was dark
bus did not stop
dark rains not falter
opens her heart
hug the clouds
it's a pass
a procession of ants that went into the temple
i called them machines and meant robots
he heard mushrooms
his whore laughed
but the temple was dark
bus did not stop
dark rains not falter
opens her heart
hug the clouds
it's a pass
Run homophobia run
black lit by yellow light at midnight
mosquitoes and needed fan sweat at 12:00 am
stands a gay prostitute sizing guys
it's a big racket someone says fed by indian politicians
bandra station
as bandra remains a place where libido runs high
mohan, 1996
all those catholic chicks in mini skirts man.
hill road and old castle churches
on ancient bazaars and chinese food
bandra station is where muslims pray on the road
and kababs burn in oil
and green mint non-sweet chutney
chutney is a chelsea word in NZ
a guy just as train arrives
the last train is at 1:30
makes a face: where do they come from
as he takes a seat in II class
as hoods come in search
he runs he hides jumps on the wrong side
climbs harried stairs over to the ghetto side
yes ghetto, you read it right :)
takes an autorickshaw a three-wheeler
that goes to santa cruz airport lane
he walks a bit
its a bite egg scrambled in garlic and tomatoes and chillies and salt
catches the train
last train at 1:30
mosquitoes and needed fan sweat at 12:00 am
stands a gay prostitute sizing guys
it's a big racket someone says fed by indian politicians
bandra station
as bandra remains a place where libido runs high
mohan, 1996
all those catholic chicks in mini skirts man.
hill road and old castle churches
on ancient bazaars and chinese food
bandra station is where muslims pray on the road
and kababs burn in oil
and green mint non-sweet chutney
chutney is a chelsea word in NZ
a guy just as train arrives
the last train is at 1:30
makes a face: where do they come from
as he takes a seat in II class
as hoods come in search
he runs he hides jumps on the wrong side
climbs harried stairs over to the ghetto side
yes ghetto, you read it right :)
takes an autorickshaw a three-wheeler
that goes to santa cruz airport lane
he walks a bit
its a bite egg scrambled in garlic and tomatoes and chillies and salt
catches the train
last train at 1:30
NOTE to SELF: midnight train poems...a section a common thread...a submission
for witi...
try a different angel
yahweh
my arabian fantasy friend
those who call angels with silver wings
are women with steel knives
afraid romanticism out of knock
gently hearts careful blinds
my arabian fantasy friend
those who call angels with silver wings
are women with steel knives
afraid romanticism out of knock
gently hearts careful blinds
5 o clock shadows
rain warmth heat
garlic
too much shaking...too much m0ving
hit the streets may be the all night Mcdonald
chose to close only today. hit starmart tranee indian
no pies in the bake
starbucks closed
burgerking closed
everything closed but
foodtown's half drowned pretty chinese
worked since last night
what are you doing so early sir
liquid yoghurt
burning burner make note
broysenberry will reduce heat
as i drowse
drag back the street
under my feet
get Cs. C is a plus is a pass
sleep and send picsents to mum
cafe cool south african job starts next semester
one flies over cuckoos nest tomorrow
goodspeed
heat clarity sunshine moves to the next semester
pip starts and hyde's unsure
garlic
too much shaking...too much m0ving
hit the streets may be the all night Mcdonald
chose to close only today. hit starmart tranee indian
no pies in the bake
starbucks closed
burgerking closed
everything closed but
foodtown's half drowned pretty chinese
worked since last night
what are you doing so early sir
liquid yoghurt
burning burner make note
broysenberry will reduce heat
as i drowse
drag back the street
under my feet
get Cs. C is a plus is a pass
sleep and send picsents to mum
cafe cool south african job starts next semester
one flies over cuckoos nest tomorrow
goodspeed
heat clarity sunshine moves to the next semester
pip starts and hyde's unsure
bleed gently little droplet of rain
a slight iraqi knock on the afghan snow
a gentle dip dash dooey doo
i believe in jamie's ghosts
they tell him before they tell you
a gentle dip dash dooey doo
i believe in jamie's ghosts
they tell him before they tell you
the yellow cifra stone that clears
the poison in his system to know
number 0 and number 1
have the same name
number too is destiny
that may happen 7 out of 10
yeah but these women
they want nothing superficial and they
dress in that way to get what they look
you get what you pay for
justin says
as takinini's lioness
dweliberating
call him leave him
what does one do with you Suneal
treat me as one knight treats another
soon the lights will go
women
now what the heck is the matter here
flash looking shampooed
and ready for any disaster
heels and boots
and dash - dash - dashing
with tick tock sounds
lipstick in place
on aluminium days
that turns into a fizzle
and these angels
hair in place
flash looking shampooed
and ready for any disaster
heels and boots
and dash - dash - dashing
with tick tock sounds
lipstick in place
on aluminium days
that turns into a fizzle
and these angels
hair in place
suneal
suneal
suneal
do you hear me?
stop using women as fuel for poetry.
yes boss, i hear ye!
we come to the point
where irene returns to scorpio
in the blue sky foxed
by tree force heaven
standing at 312
reduced by 10 from january
and febraury
just before it started
virtually graves o pen
in the blue sky foxed
by tree force heaven
standing at 312
reduced by 10 from january
and febraury
just before it started
virtually graves o pen
familiar steps
as the dark lark of a dying spark wakes to grey dreary weary day
i go in
a warmth
goose pimples
it could be the heater
it could be hyde.
i go in
a warmth
goose pimples
it could be the heater
it could be hyde.
cool
it's the cool that keeps
you alive on sylvia mornings`
```````````````````````````i`ts the wet th`at ``````````````````
keeps you in the run
interested
a little more and bombay drowns
a little less and south island dries
you alive on sylvia mornings`
```````````````````````````i`ts the wet th`at ``````````````````
keeps you in the run
interested
a little more and bombay drowns
a little less and south island dries
he is
sharp as a syone that falls and rises
dark as the cave that goes underground
fire in his belly
fire in his ass
fire in his soul
he is quick to the fore
and breaks rules
dangerous that we must control
alt and delete
dirt as the grime on queen street
saint and a sinner
devil's favourite child
and goes wild and wild and wild and wild and wild
dark as the cave that goes underground
fire in his belly
fire in his ass
fire in his soul
he is quick to the fore
and breaks rules
dangerous that we must control
alt and delete
dirt as the grime on queen street
saint and a sinner
devil's favourite child
and goes wild and wild and wild and wild and wild
beauty is south african
a safari that kills its gods
a thirst that brings a burst
a chili that lives its dreams
but thinks of a night without a kiss
a night with a strange smile
a knife in the heart of the midnight
a dark and beautiful night from a life
that grew and burst in a little heart
a test that I failed
an edge that takes a plunge in a green
rural waterfall
in indian tribal zone
they smoke a root
that reels
a branch a twig
they live like this for thousand years
while the politicians throw shoes
at eachother in the part lament
greatest democracy
sure is. shit like everything else
a thirst that brings a burst
a chili that lives its dreams
but thinks of a night without a kiss
a night with a strange smile
a knife in the heart of the midnight
a dark and beautiful night from a life
that grew and burst in a little heart
a test that I failed
an edge that takes a plunge in a green
rural waterfall
in indian tribal zone
they smoke a root
that reels
a branch a twig
they live like this for thousand years
while the politicians throw shoes
at eachother in the part lament
greatest democracy
sure is. shit like everything else
white churches
stand at a cross road where cops meet artists for lunch
music is a step brother
and then a loop and then a fall
huge fall
backpacker's fall
little sparrows fall
autumn falls
syrup falls
canada falls
the train rises shines shrill hides
so lola started the fire
must read ahead in years of the wolf
black smoke
green slope
rangatito rides
and across the edge is a firegod's weapon
where tygers never go
it's called parnell
as a candle burns in an anglican church...
music is a step brother
and then a loop and then a fall
huge fall
backpacker's fall
little sparrows fall
autumn falls
syrup falls
canada falls
the train rises shines shrill hides
so lola started the fire
must read ahead in years of the wolf
black smoke
green slope
rangatito rides
and across the edge is a firegod's weapon
where tygers never go
it's called parnell
as a candle burns in an anglican church...
forgotten and missing
how can someone forget a day like this
or
how do you remember
a dark winters
forgetable day
that has forgotten you
if only i can use more chillies
so i can wake up
after the whirls in Southern cambridge
Northern Hamilton
Hermit seeks love
with a definite sense of negativity
This is NZ
neither Canada
nor Iraq
intimacy seeks a lioness
under a forgotten sunshine tree
in africa
or
how do you remember
a dark winters
forgetable day
that has forgotten you
if only i can use more chillies
so i can wake up
after the whirls in Southern cambridge
Northern Hamilton
Hermit seeks love
with a definite sense of negativity
This is NZ
neither Canada
nor Iraq
intimacy seeks a lioness
under a forgotten sunshine tree
in africa
as a literature student
and i do think
of myself as that
there are three words
i cannot get rid of
subversive
eclectic
and dark
of myself as that
there are three words
i cannot get rid of
subversive
eclectic
and dark
washboard
the day is a washboard
the night is stuck to the day making the
white gray
some stubborn leaves refuse to leave
but i am pertinent
my little child Emma
got lost in a Rajastani Fair
the black monkeys scared the red monkeys on rooftops
in Nathdwara
chelna was engaged and shocks were heartfelt
sandee keeps his eyes open
the night is stuck to the day making the
white gray
some stubborn leaves refuse to leave
but i am pertinent
my little child Emma
got lost in a Rajastani Fair
the black monkeys scared the red monkeys on rooftops
in Nathdwara
chelna was engaged and shocks were heartfelt
sandee keeps his eyes open
white
circles on 8th...you were born and the churches
and the drama and the white church came to me
we are going on mad ever increasing circles
blowing lights off
going away into the oblivion
i am forced to think of you
and all ghosts that surround you
and all destinies that pull me
fool me
claudia st and university roads
and somewhere in the outbacks you live
where sheeps look as big as cow
and rain lashes on your windscreen
in
revenge of a last life dream
you probably sing in Chile
and that's cool
the mules and horses to keep you company
stars come out from nowhere
and moons to nowhere go
and the drama and the white church came to me
we are going on mad ever increasing circles
blowing lights off
going away into the oblivion
i am forced to think of you
and all ghosts that surround you
and all destinies that pull me
fool me
claudia st and university roads
and somewhere in the outbacks you live
where sheeps look as big as cow
and rain lashes on your windscreen
in
revenge of a last life dream
you probably sing in Chile
and that's cool
the mules and horses to keep you company
stars come out from nowhere
and moons to nowhere go
4 am
not the 343 4 am
but the yellow towel
hot shower
lost key 4 am
waiting walking hostel night
yellow towel
red jumps
oh its not cold just rain warm
almost hot
300 circles
and a mom call later
the sexy Brazilian caretaker comes
drunk by Descarga Gabbana
Gheto Poetry
Curled black Brazilian hair
say niceties, flatter even flirt
get her to open the Sesame
good night her gorgeous
sleep at 5.00
relaxed Nigh
but the yellow towel
hot shower
lost key 4 am
waiting walking hostel night
yellow towel
red jumps
oh its not cold just rain warm
almost hot
300 circles
and a mom call later
the sexy Brazilian caretaker comes
drunk by Descarga Gabbana
Gheto Poetry
Curled black Brazilian hair
say niceties, flatter even flirt
get her to open the Sesame
good night her gorgeous
sleep at 5.00
relaxed Nigh
burning burning
ham,ilton burns a trail of 500 weed blown leaves
autumn's tiger leaves
dangerous dire diego's leaf
speeding at farm hey one
across the small towns of 50
at 80 singing
yeh duniya
vasant always speeds a give or take of 10
his generosity
and this is the first time i saw
a cop in shadows of blue and red
haunting experience
it's 3 in the morning and in the inner most NZ
are small houses
and clouds ready to be painted
and put in the pink Achubhai walls
a lone walker walks
i am 5
love that little blue grey rhino free with tooth paste
burning fields with no lights
torrential rains burn my soul.
there's Brian marching again
as mary cries...oh mary cries
autumn's tiger leaves
dangerous dire diego's leaf
speeding at farm hey one
across the small towns of 50
at 80 singing
yeh duniya
vasant always speeds a give or take of 10
his generosity
and this is the first time i saw
a cop in shadows of blue and red
haunting experience
it's 3 in the morning and in the inner most NZ
are small houses
and clouds ready to be painted
and put in the pink Achubhai walls
a lone walker walks
i am 5
love that little blue grey rhino free with tooth paste
burning fields with no lights
torrential rains burn my soul.
there's Brian marching again
as mary cries...oh mary cries
flurry
thames
Pairoa
tauranga
cambridge
hamilton
Pairoa
tauranga
cambridge
hamilton
300 dollars
blue red flashing flashing
and a plethora comes loose
registration WoF one way no way this way that way give way
learners restricted fully
old new prices
oil
still ask me why i don't cargo
beware of dvorak
it's a changing world with people dead on computers
and fickle brunettes that forget you fiercely
as if saying to you
the veggie pie is not halal
as if saying tim is a good muslim
he drinks not..is sincere
and fickle brunettes that forget you fiercely
as if saying to you
the veggie pie is not halal
as if saying tim is a good muslim
he drinks not..is sincere
but what about pork
the riblet that makes guineas go
sovereigns swing and mud trails
gone concrete nothing remains
dont be hard on you.
kathrynisms
your mountains stretch on
as dogs gain supremacy over peacocks
oven kills candles
burns earth
vulcan dug and neon winks
red buses electric buses
no plasticuised promiscuity
peacocks dance in rajastan rains
brian marches in italian heat
tim sails to new horizans
as dogs gain supremacy over peacocks
oven kills candles
burns earth
vulcan dug and neon winks
red buses electric buses
no plasticuised promiscuity
peacocks dance in rajastan rains
brian marches in italian heat
tim sails to new horizans
pebbkes in your pockets
particular for when you lie
waiheke is a place
and kath
no woman an isle
dark
clear night
red bus passed
Sahyadri Mountains Bombay
Poona. a speck,
a firefly sped motorway 100
Shivaji fought Moghals
Bajirao died
loyalty, valour, honesty, sincerity
and abstract nouns
red bus passed
Sahyadri Mountains Bombay
Poona. a speck,
a firefly sped motorway 100
Shivaji fought Moghals
Bajirao died
loyalty, valour, honesty, sincerity
and abstract nouns
the lake in the distance.
The stars playing catch and cook.
The moon fickle behind clouds.
warm air flowing. A reassuring
mother's heart first born takes first steps.
freezing. fireflies warm. fire in bellies.
garlic chutney.
Pop gates closed
Thus the red church gates closed
No comments...Not the comments
just poems closed
my friend at albert
yes Columbus needs to be closed
Irene met with
cannons will fire on a sunny morning
before Raglan
No comments...Not the comments
just poems closed
my friend at albert
yes Columbus needs to be closed
Irene met with
cannons will fire on a sunny morning
before Raglan
destroy it distribute it decimate it
demolish. dagwood. doctrine it dub it.devote it
my words are yours
ra`in gods
you should know...it's summer time
mom needs rains
blow blow blow
attack the earth and the sky
water the plantyss
water the sea
blast the heat into space
seas rising
mom's smiling
she went to the tomb of our favourite saint
i am tired...tried and tested
mom needs rains
blow blow blow
attack the earth and the sky
water the plantyss
water the sea
blast the heat into space
seas rising
mom's smiling
she went to the tomb of our favourite saint
i am tired...tried and tested
It's the back
that halal cave of vegetarian delights
cannot do justice to
I research cafes before i fly to raglan
nobody is going to understand a word i write
cannot do justice to
I research cafes before i fly to raglan
nobody is going to understand a word i write
seek i parnell's anglican ghost
the 343 came back to me
futile as leaves fell on graves
hopless as ships left shores
we had our little world and our worlds had us
we needed air and rains
alone we are
collaborated a storm
then peace nothing nowhere
a few drinks some might have
nowhere no one goes
did irene shake me
or was it parnell that came out of nowhere
nowhere
your depression scared me
but happy pill and you pop
I need my lemon tea
futile as leaves fell on graves
hopless as ships left shores
we had our little world and our worlds had us
we needed air and rains
alone we are
collaborated a storm
then peace nothing nowhere
a few drinks some might have
nowhere no one goes
did irene shake me
or was it parnell that came out of nowhere
nowhere
your depression scared me
but happy pill and you pop
I need my lemon tea
anticlimax
we build a storm
we cried the rains
we rusted blood
is crazy tiger's tarnished tale
of a predator that no one could befriend
grey spikes and bats hang upside down
as used paper weighs my books
my exam papers that i will buy comics for
mom always supported my trespasses
my galavant need to study less. Enjoy
this is the last page
something will give
we cried the rains
we rusted blood
is crazy tiger's tarnished tale
of a predator that no one could befriend
grey spikes and bats hang upside down
as used paper weighs my books
my exam papers that i will buy comics for
mom always supported my trespasses
my galavant need to study less. Enjoy
this is the last page
something will give
saddened by jesters no smile smile
a huge journey at the story's end
why do i want to cry
maybe home beckons me
but where
a vagabond gone too far
a desert storm into the sea
why do i want to bleed
who's thinking of me
the bed is too hot
this winter is blowing steam!
just one windblown kites
getting barbed on a terrace
i am just sleepless and tired
maybe home beckons me
but where
a vagabond gone too far
a desert storm into the sea
why do i want to bleed
who's thinking of me
the bed is too hot
this winter is blowing steam!
just one windblown kites
getting barbed on a terrace
i am just sleepless and tired
so tired so empty
wanted to be with one not a huge party
anne betrayed me with a kiss
and i have not really slep
its hot and only 5:34
dark and the end
do not want to be with everyone
do not want to be alone
it's a childhood thing
when guys watched axes
i spoke to one person
loved one for a while
a long empty rod of the one
emma had 22 ones
tomorrow is her day
i am niether here nor day
neither old nor new
neither love nor lust
neither company nor alone
my fav illustrators and designers
and flash makers are gone
i am tired but no sleep
happy but no song
i seek a shelter from the storm
and i will miss the storm
being different will cost you
always
anne betrayed me with a kiss
and i have not really slep
its hot and only 5:34
dark and the end
do not want to be with everyone
do not want to be alone
it's a childhood thing
when guys watched axes
i spoke to one person
loved one for a while
a long empty rod of the one
emma had 22 ones
tomorrow is her day
i am niether here nor day
neither old nor new
neither love nor lust
neither company nor alone
my fav illustrators and designers
and flash makers are gone
i am tired but no sleep
happy but no song
i seek a shelter from the storm
and i will miss the storm
being different will cost you
always
i shave
the exam paper needs to see how handsome i am
i print free copies, it's a sin from aut
need to recycle by giving it to Michele
i love trout
it's a bloody classic
design photography art elam's who's who
art is a costly piece of work
eddy's staring at the computer as if he's gonna eat it
with some taco sauce and coco fish
i need to set an alarm and sleep
like i did in Xth Std.
I need to concentrate
I need to concentrate
the girl besides me has big lackberry brambles
i print free copies, it's a sin from aut
need to recycle by giving it to Michele
i love trout
it's a bloody classic
design photography art elam's who's who
art is a costly piece of work
eddy's staring at the computer as if he's gonna eat it
with some taco sauce and coco fish
i need to set an alarm and sleep
like i did in Xth Std.
I need to concentrate
I need to concentrate
the girl besides me has big lackberry brambles
exam
flushing with a kick
brushing with maclean extreme
printed 30 pages must read
must recycle
happy with my poetry
joyous of chalk
stone castle church has my favourite red
talk to connections
exploring in chinese
bill gate is...
you know it
sitting 289th stone 58 away
from Irene minus her scorpio initial poems
singing ghazals
veil is happy
i breathe
brushing with maclean extreme
printed 30 pages must read
must recycle
happy with my poetry
joyous of chalk
stone castle church has my favourite red
talk to connections
exploring in chinese
bill gate is...
you know it
sitting 289th stone 58 away
from Irene minus her scorpio initial poems
singing ghazals
veil is happy
i breathe
Feel sorry for my japanese flatties
walls are thin
they shy
I sigh leave at seven
hope they find their condom in the dark
hope they find their love in the light....
they shy
I sigh leave at seven
hope they find their condom in the dark
hope they find their love in the light....
he une bhi meri tarah junoon
to phir mujme unmein yeh farq kyoon
mein dariste gum se na nikal saka
woh wajoode gum se nikal gaye
I found font size 8
too small
too very small as my eyesight just holds
barely manages
Brian Flaherty's
too very small as my eyesight just holds
barely manages
Brian Flaherty's
answer is Verdana 10
No need to +
my poetry again
This A or Stella's mail
Or irene's smile
like Emma's love
and Mom's life
and my poetry
like Emma's love
and Mom's life
and my poetry
is not gonna last forever
but while it's there
the first and only drafts of life
I am joy personified
Joy is a funny thing
takes me back to translate
Selina's PI song
Carlo's rich tan
and Lisa's creativity
her son...her best.
that night with stephanie and karen
people who think i am a player dont know me at all
i write poetry for dead women
and believe more in hugs
than kisses let alone sex
a player
i write poetry for dead women
and believe more in hugs
than kisses let alone sex
a player
don't measure me with numbers
they mean nothing if feelings are not there
don't measure me with a lame lesbian lament
I spoke to you all night
we hugged and went to sleep in individual
electric blankets
we ate not plums like williams told Caroline to proclaim
but just Bacon crisped by oil and salt
I'm a player
the only think I play is cricket
i am not a grasshopper either
tinfoil paperdoll
darling Anne heaven's little angel and yellow river song
disturbed paper
me
sorry
flower's little red storm
sunday markets
bleeding winds
spilling coffee's cleavage running pink
an A is a relief an ecstacy
in muddled river thrown
two many objects
clarity is not my name
carried away & old well
shaking bending with maple's
unclarity
a dusty brown mud
rollicks in orange and hay
wellington's back
a small park
with no god
a white marble lady
a dream that is gone
a greenflowing window in a haze
of morbidity
Brian marches on smiles and songs
sensai sleeps...winterstormbleeds
an A is a relief an ecstacy
in muddled river thrown
two many objects
clarity is not my name
carried away & old well
shaking bending with maple's
unclarity
a dusty brown mud
rollicks in orange and hay
wellington's back
a small park
with no god
a white marble lady
a dream that is gone
a greenflowing window in a haze
of morbidity
Brian marches on smiles and songs
sensai sleeps...winterstormbleeds
you rastafarian magician
you held my hand in a Jamaican tune
cast off bad spirits from that couch
you told me to go ahead and live
you taught me joy shredding my pain
your smile brought tears and caring
brought pain and made pain go
you are a magic onto thyself
a lovely lady that words dont measure
it was a stormy night where candles smiled
cast off bad spirits from that couch
you told me to go ahead and live
you taught me joy shredding my pain
your smile brought tears and caring
brought pain and made pain go
you are a magic onto thyself
a lovely lady that words dont measure
it was a stormy night where candles smiled
rhyming winds chiming windmills
oh Irene thee thy distant shore
a burning fire, an icy floor
somewhere you opened a window and closed a door
the blue ice, the green leafed storm
an ancient well where you buried the bow
the sails are bright...tears died
the fountain will not smash a decisive blow
a little elf knows your shame
your friend drowns in bali winds
your life bleeds into a happy familiar midnight bright stream
and sometimes you still dream of you
a burning fire, an icy floor
somewhere you opened a window and closed a door
the blue ice, the green leafed storm
an ancient well where you buried the bow
the sails are bright...tears died
the fountain will not smash a decisive blow
a little elf knows your shame
your friend drowns in bali winds
your life bleeds into a happy familiar midnight bright stream
and sometimes you still dream of you
Barren
empty, lonely, soundless as the rain produces heat
a confused second chapter to love
a city hopper goes to surfy sands
a lie will unfold the great tragedy
life goes on
a confused second chapter to love
a city hopper goes to surfy sands
a lie will unfold the great tragedy
life goes on
My friend Daniel
who drinks midnight coffee
the german who sits with arab and jews
as night bleeds song and poetry on
a queen st corner that cries Wallah
under the American Consulate
talks of kabab and shabab as blacks mix
with persians and canadians
it's the bloody UN
a piece of German wall lies in his Berlin home
as he calls his dad
to find his moon sign
capricorn it is
and night sings to wallah
the german who sits with arab and jews
as night bleeds song and poetry on
a queen st corner that cries Wallah
under the American Consulate
talks of kabab and shabab as blacks mix
with persians and canadians
it's the bloody UN
a piece of German wall lies in his Berlin home
as he calls his dad
to find his moon sign
capricorn it is
and night sings to wallah
svar (the tune - sound of music, the tone, the poetry)
svar of...
trigger happy chalk
if child is father of man, who's father of child?
Irene's imaginary sound of her smiley eye
ban hamburgers & riblets!
leaves buried and flying
oracle
my mother's picture with a glass of milk
learn the language from a tutor
wild blue
skies
wallet all cards and a nokia peeking out
trigger happy chalk
if child is father of man, who's father of child?
Irene's imaginary sound of her smiley eye
ban hamburgers & riblets!
leaves buried and flying
oracle
my mother's picture with a glass of milk
learn the language from a tutor
wild blue
skies
wallet all cards and a nokia peeking out
yellow paper in the archives
red pencils in a cornersharpened teeththe breathlessnesstroubledaround 12as haunted moresisles missedsepiapirateseverywheremy tigre picturewounded up inthe special collectionglovedi wash my handsthe undertonescopy innsfirst visithaunted as hellchew pencilszebra tapatranslate this
new morning new life
it's a new morning irene and you tell me
that you are at a rock concert in germany
your boyfriend awaits you in holland
and the memories we created on feb 16
by the fountains under the tree
is albert's dream and seasons change
life moves to raglan smiles return
there's only one irene...one suneal
travelers move and bollywood claims
dont set eyes on birds one day
they will go home
that you are at a rock concert in germany
your boyfriend awaits you in holland
and the memories we created on feb 16
by the fountains under the tree
is albert's dream and seasons change
life moves to raglan smiles return
there's only one irene...one suneal
travelers move and bollywood claims
dont set eyes on birds one day
they will go home
it's raining
and mom is smiling
as earth heats the plastic that we throw
iraq burns
iran burns
you still want to ask me
why i dont bye that car
as earth heats the plastic that we throw
iraq burns
iran burns
you still want to ask me
why i dont bye that car
christ
does everything have to be a poem?
they are dust they are ashes they are clay soil mud
the poets you write poetry to...
sylvia, let's see
sam mao
and then
robyn hide
now it's
mary stanley
they are dust they are ashes they are clay soil mud
the poets you write poetry to...
sylvia, let's see
sam mao
and then
robyn hide
now it's
mary stanley
it's the soul my friend
never sought bodies
while lesbians defame
it's humanity i seek
in poets and soldiers
and sometimes
just sometimes
they speak to me
rains have come
the rains have come
the pain has gone
the boredom
and the 40 degree monogamy
granddaughter's here
burning sands dont bite
days dont stretch like a bad bollywood movie
with lousy songs
frogs dance peacocks sing
soil is no longer thirsty
steam leaves the core
mom is smiling
the pain has gone
the boredom
and the 40 degree monogamy
granddaughter's here
burning sands dont bite
days dont stretch like a bad bollywood movie
with lousy songs
frogs dance peacocks sing
soil is no longer thirsty
steam leaves the core
mom is smiling
6 pm
alarm goes off
no drama today
the stage lies cold
barren like an african sand
empty like the black hole
directionless as usual
no drama today
the stage lies cold
barren like an african sand
empty like the black hole
directionless as usual
M made bond
dodge bullets on escalators
transcribe russian pavements in venice
read the code of conduct in public places
translate various stratas of ethical codes
concentrate on guns and gadgets not girls
kill the right enemy
design safes and survive the web of deceit
M made Bond
transcribe russian pavements in venice
read the code of conduct in public places
translate various stratas of ethical codes
concentrate on guns and gadgets not girls
kill the right enemy
design safes and survive the web of deceit
M made Bond
The End
thus ended another section…jack don’t you recognize death…well i don’t care if soldiers die…or songs haunt and tears subside. drama is not just about acting. there are no small roles just small actors. there is a hierarchy but not here. so john is this the end? of course not my olive tree it’s just the beginning. since ohhhh it is the end …of the play. not the world! learning is everywhere as you dismantle lights. blacken floors. create pictures for your mom. lose your warm jacket. keep old friends lose new ones. learn to sweep, vacuum, bow, smile, chant, dance, sing, after all the river is flowing…flowing and growing down to the sea. The stage is barren and pulled down and robbies bombs and Lorenzo and Lorenzo and fire and fire and water and stolen lamps and beeping cell phones and dancing whores and life.
back to black
robbie was shot thrice
i missed cheers
the priest came good...the bloody pretender
chelsea was sensational
michele was reassurance and smiles and depth
and inspiration
renee a trusted friend
it was a full house a great happy concentrated full house
and murray took the bow
the lkady took pictures
the kind and lovely lady murray's friend
black spills...lights out...end of the world
i find beer in my blood
huh the poet is an orangutang
rob and me find kingsland a land with
beautiful girls
and no burgers just falafel
a burglar for dollar ten
hmmm
lovely lovely lovely lady
mel's gone. chris' on
naomi's children with babysitter
i missed cheers
the priest came good...the bloody pretender
chelsea was sensational
michele was reassurance and smiles and depth
and inspiration
renee a trusted friend
it was a full house a great happy concentrated full house
and murray took the bow
the lkady took pictures
the kind and lovely lady murray's friend
black spills...lights out...end of the world
i find beer in my blood
huh the poet is an orangutang
rob and me find kingsland a land with
beautiful girls
and no burgers just falafel
a burglar for dollar ten
hmmm
lovely lovely lovely lady
mel's gone. chris' on
naomi's children with babysitter
Night at meadowbank
The black spills on the floor
and it is over. The beginning of the end...
Last show where the priest came good as a naomi song
and falafel with kings chillie in the land of french accents
met karen and stephanie
goddesses...and the great soul who does not believe in orangutan
chris....
warmth cuddly never ending athene stephanie warmth of electric blankets
hold your heart
three good people at once...gods are smiling
they look 24 these chicks
beauty and brains and class and humane
and it is over. The beginning of the end...
Last show where the priest came good as a naomi song
and falafel with kings chillie in the land of french accents
met karen and stephanie
goddesses...and the great soul who does not believe in orangutan
chris....
warmth cuddly never ending athene stephanie warmth of electric blankets
hold your heart
three good people at once...gods are smiling
they look 24 these chicks
beauty and brains and class and humane
Rob brother Rob
lamb to Christ
Lamb to the core
all heart all soul
french have lost
as S gives the world a run
K is the warm one
Both taken but yet nothing matters as songs go on
coco chips in a nice car
all night talk...love forever thing
flowers their smiles bring
Rob wanted to celebrate and I have a few beers
its not me but the intoxication of your eyes get to me
your electric blanket keeps me warm
wish it was you
though karen heals me with a few words
rustafarian words. dr. healer. goddess
stephanie - with steffy you need to protect your heart
lovely...night goes on
police stings
elvis strings
madonna kylie
K my fair lady
71 72 my favourite numbers
Longest most beautiful night
rather hold your hands and hug than make love to number one model
chris' grotesque stomach is sex on wheels
am i in love? is this magic
i dont know but i have made friends tonight
yes friends
Breakfast is black
cofffee & ham
around the house he's great help
I watch helplessly
its beautiful
family having marmalade
flatmates from future po in like hash browns
hugs and promises and dreams and attractions
life is beautiful...chris always happy
karen always lovely
steff always sexy
rob the ultimate gemtleman
i found a family
cool winds blows in auckland tonight
last is the last of the last
first was good
second a warning to not forget the props
third a goner
fourth a riot because of 5
five confused strange
sixth concentrated intense drama lisa
seventh the last...
first was good
second a warning to not forget the props
third a goner
fourth a riot because of 5
five confused strange
sixth concentrated intense drama lisa
seventh the last...
only
only a wicked man
will refuse a generous soul
only a god refuses to see the truth
only insecurity causes hatred
only summer brings the rain
only parnell brings a host of spirits
only may brings june
if only only could the one
if only one would be the only
will refuse a generous soul
only a god refuses to see the truth
only insecurity causes hatred
only summer brings the rain
only parnell brings a host of spirits
only may brings june
if only only could the one
if only one would be the only
entangled in your nets
your legs kept me warm in summer
your nets fished hooks in winter
your smile gave me hell in autumn
your frown froze me in chills
your eyes were coffee in cafe
your specks opened coffins in rains
your nets fished hooks in winter
your smile gave me hell in autumn
your frown froze me in chills
your eyes were coffee in cafe
your specks opened coffins in rains
last day: you will find me faceless
a little saddened by the rain...mom's loneliness
the mystics meet
gods step on fingers
last shot
crouching priest
afghan sank in christchurch river
swam to survive australia se la vee
the mystics meet
gods step on fingers
last shot
crouching priest
afghan sank in christchurch river
swam to survive australia se la vee
"you learn new things everyday dont you"
the priests is not coming
he was french
then thin
then cancelled
then fat and bent
then fat and English
but not coming at all
It's a bloody mess
indeed it is
he was french
then thin
then cancelled
then fat and bent
then fat and English
but not coming at all
It's a bloody mess
indeed it is
night's cold rob has disappeared
libraries are calling
the echo under the black cloth
does not give clarity
hot water does
drunken writers do
shaving in the bathroom does
one more day to go
prompt goes and playwright will be free
so will the prompt believe u me
milise in a giant ball mess again
The flies take off the mask
day 4 is gunning along
loud loud bombs
woodcutters song and clap
that was not received
heartfelt luck was wished
God and me had a laugh in
the dressing room
loud loud bombs
woodcutters song and clap
that was not received
heartfelt luck was wished
God and me had a laugh in
the dressing room
The theatre is a different place every night
that's what i understood
got along with Robbie & saw blue skies together
Clarity
Focus on Clarity
Clarity
Deep breath upstairs
Clarity
the fat priest who arrived yesterday
cannot fit under the table
does not smoke weed in the ladies toilet
but drunk as hell
the silly detective was clear
the killrer in the audience confirmed
and my children my children stated
got along with Robbie & saw blue skies together
Clarity
Focus on Clarity
Clarity
Deep breath upstairs
Clarity
the fat priest who arrived yesterday
cannot fit under the table
does not smoke weed in the ladies toilet
but drunk as hell
the silly detective was clear
the killrer in the audience confirmed
and my children my children stated
but you know me I'm the shakespeare's moon
try to bury me and see how I rise.
but then the rebels are beating a retreat
and the end of the world is two nights away
they won't clap every night\
murray had said so
dont use clap as a clue i thought
audience smiled
not loud drama laughter
so i did not wait
for the punch
and silently took the blows
27 is the highest anyway!
time to cut small pippies
but a temporary truce between 300 and the one
cause a day will come when the false name of Shakespeare
and his vulture hyena slut Macbeth will be slaughtered
the beast is waking…2000 years of death has kept his alive
polish his halo's red maroon death song. he'd follow if the war is on.
the blue lights keep the backroom bright and sound is under control now.
My father in heaven enjoys the show. I do to. Third was the best as good as the
first.
cause a day will come when the false name of Shakespeare
and his vulture hyena slut Macbeth will be slaughtered
the beast is waking…2000 years of death has kept his alive
polish his halo's red maroon death song. he'd follow if the war is on.
the blue lights keep the backroom bright and sound is under control now.
My father in heaven enjoys the show. I do to. Third was the best as good as the
first.
Third thud
Third thud
It was beautiful and the audience lovely
drama students that valued poetry
my lines! I was happy with and yet
someone thought it was strange
Caesar was happy and gladiators free
to go the maroon night in front of Christ with lime cordial
and orange and beer and flat white such is life
something to talk about. Chelsea was sweet
but hunger did not abandon me at 00:45
and thus still haunted by Rob's tune
Chinese egg fried in my rice with spice
calm like the sea happy to be me
mom still complains and Murray felt that I should be clearer
in the stupid detective line but life is good
I'm enjoying drama like I should
It was beautiful and the audience lovely
drama students that valued poetry
my lines! I was happy with and yet
someone thought it was strange
Caesar was happy and gladiators free
to go the maroon night in front of Christ with lime cordial
and orange and beer and flat white such is life
something to talk about. Chelsea was sweet
but hunger did not abandon me at 00:45
and thus still haunted by Rob's tune
Chinese egg fried in my rice with spice
calm like the sea happy to be me
mom still complains and Murray felt that I should be clearer
in the stupid detective line but life is good
I'm enjoying drama like I should
Performance number three
the faithful came and the adrenaline showed
Murray was initially happy and Lorca is perfect
Lime cordial with the star
puppet at head level from the head the sound must come
you won't ever tell if I tell you
Murray was initially happy and Lorca is perfect
Lime cordial with the star
puppet at head level from the head the sound must come
you won't ever tell if I tell you
all well that ends well
the gladiators win freedom
the crowd is happy
Caesar is king
wait for the third
First day was sensational. all props in the dark
showed their ugly faces
torch in the pocket and mask in the suit
is the new face
faithful black
next day robbie got mixed up
but I recovered
The volcanoes and earthquakes shuddered
and no third
all three wed the day
5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5
anyone in 347 for 5
showed their ugly faces
torch in the pocket and mask in the suit
is the new face
faithful black
next day robbie got mixed up
but I recovered
The volcanoes and earthquakes shuddered
and no third
all three wed the day
5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5
anyone in 347 for 5
Choose whom you aid very carefully
if this was Kerala…the snake in the grass would finish you.
Check the globe sits so can be robbed
and black flaps when he always needed a virgin
half in light
half without
Check the globe sits so can be robbed
and black flaps when he always needed a virgin
half in light
half without
if you are brown walker
you are a most certainly
a stalker how can one
and how can Krsna says one blind lead another
under a table where puppets talk in a stutter
two in a gutter
a stalker how can one
and how can Krsna says one blind lead another
under a table where puppets talk in a stutter
two in a gutter
Warning to the Third World Traveler
This is the end of the world in a country that has no scorpions and snakes
but you could be a pigeon
and beware of the blind alleys that lead to deception
be not too nice to others
or they will search for motives
and make you what they the want the clay to fit!
Repeat after me: do not be nice!
There is no malaria or cholera
just paranoia
but you could be a pigeon
and beware of the blind alleys that lead to deception
be not too nice to others
or they will search for motives
and make you what they the want the clay to fit!
Repeat after me: do not be nice!
There is no malaria or cholera
just paranoia
It will be sad when this is over…
Will it be?
Though not because anyone has been particularly fair
we all have our dark secrets to hide
`we all have our roasted cashews that produce sulphur
too many mosquitoes in the country.
Though not because anyone has been particularly fair
we all have our dark secrets to hide
`we all have our roasted cashews that produce sulphur
too many mosquitoes in the country.
I told you
I told you I have learned
In drama everything is connected
the stage to lights
lights to mike
mikes to music
music to dialogue
dialogue to director
director to dancer
it's a game of collaboration
and I paid my part
I wanted to help in design and publicity anyway but
looks like that signed document
with the unreferenced entrée was lost.
In drama everything is connected
the stage to lights
lights to mike
mikes to music
music to dialogue
dialogue to director
director to dancer
it's a game of collaboration
and I paid my part
I wanted to help in design and publicity anyway but
looks like that signed document
with the unreferenced entrée was lost.
fate
faith can crack quite easily
in drama its who you know not what you know
mists will break silences
but muffle sights
two-facedness is the new niceness
No one knows where to stand
stick a paper and another and one to another
as characters are glued by shallow tape
suddenly the loved ones are warned
and their loved ones in a chain
you do not touch him
he's ungrammatical
that's where Pierrot loses his credibility
faith loses fate
in drama its who you know not what you know
mists will break silences
but muffle sights
two-facedness is the new niceness
No one knows where to stand
stick a paper and another and one to another
as characters are glued by shallow tape
suddenly the loved ones are warned
and their loved ones in a chain
you do not touch him
he's ungrammatical
that's where Pierrot loses his credibility
faith loses fate
Girl who loved little lawyers
In
appropriate behaviour has made me blush
smiling at a hopeless crush
your christian values
your samaon smile
things you have been through
your coffee in the open grey corner
outside the library
you have survived
you are strong
you are real
appropriate behaviour has made me blush
smiling at a hopeless crush
your christian values
your samaon smile
things you have been through
your coffee in the open grey corner
outside the library
you have survived
you are strong
you are real
a little sip of the chocolate on your lips
no
I do not seek a kiss
i like the way the muffin
sits
and your smart dress
flutter in the winds.
and the sound of your smile
and the smell of your lips
I do not seek a kiss
i like the way the muffin
sits
and your smart dress
flutter in the winds.
and the sound of your smile
and the smell of your lips
Booth SHOW
Booth SHOW
Mystics little pipe's dim wit
to the typewriter. listening? Drawing? cigarette from packet, gust Parrot
streetlight.
Unfaithful sleepy chain drags out in St Petersburg
Police mugshot are like marble and what whiteness! empty fairy tales and
unfortunate madman
Saxophone at the crossroads, In the grey twilight snowstorm songs
switches streetlamp whispered Cigarettes' fiery trail semi-muffled meeting
captivating Clown gloomy Flashing, flaming typing furiously
play the song in the end
Mystics little pipe's dim wit
to the typewriter. listening? Drawing? cigarette from packet, gust Parrot
streetlight.
Unfaithful sleepy chain drags out in St Petersburg
Police mugshot are like marble and what whiteness! empty fairy tales and
unfortunate madman
Saxophone at the crossroads, In the grey twilight snowstorm songs
switches streetlamp whispered Cigarettes' fiery trail semi-muffled meeting
captivating Clown gloomy Flashing, flaming typing furiously
play the song in the end
Shoot him dead
Break finances a bullet could kill a turkey's song
Four planes about to start bombarding
Million things in black
Million
Design and costume
And lines and emotions
And timing start before the other stops
rock…seating turn corners
warm voice
stretch massage gums
voice hair
Victoria looks up and smiles
chaos runs rampant and my little children echoes with fires
postion is crucial
timing paramount
tone essential
Four planes about to start bombarding
Million things in black
Million
Design and costume
And lines and emotions
And timing start before the other stops
rock…seating turn corners
warm voice
stretch massage gums
voice hair
Victoria looks up and smiles
chaos runs rampant and my little children echoes with fires
postion is crucial
timing paramount
tone essential
Ladies and gentlemen,
poet pleasure courage glimpse invented
Angels, lyres of dreams, coins dormant talkative playwrights
a trap by simple city people's immense torrent of on-lookers laugh, blazing
lights pale, ambushed playwright theatre cup of coffee
The globe Violins are smell of white lilies and stars?
Coward soccer player…in Spain plots a lie
ermine and silver painted flies
tacky warning from the Gods
Red bottoms in the kingdom of god
Sound of feathers in Titania's woods
Shepherd's bear
Crimson moon and blood
foyer foyer…and foyer!
Angels, lyres of dreams, coins dormant talkative playwrights
a trap by simple city people's immense torrent of on-lookers laugh, blazing
lights pale, ambushed playwright theatre cup of coffee
The globe Violins are smell of white lilies and stars?
Coward soccer player…in Spain plots a lie
ermine and silver painted flies
tacky warning from the Gods
Red bottoms in the kingdom of god
Sound of feathers in Titania's woods
Shepherd's bear
Crimson moon and blood
foyer foyer…and foyer!
I am not a Jew I am a Muslim
I don't believe in your god
Of sacred scared scarred vengeance
you pronounce but where is the rubber?
1947 was when India became free
And the optimistic curtain curtailed and still fell.
Of sacred scared scarred vengeance
you pronounce but where is the rubber?
1947 was when India became free
And the optimistic curtain curtailed and still fell.
The red light goes on
The red light goes on
Then blue then yellow
The stage is set
Then blue then yellow
The stage is set
Bravo
Uncle is dying of cancer and I talk to him
The Just a Position
wrestle with God, Jet of booth and
Puppet's Blood
where the fuck is the title
fragmentation, comedy and horror
innovative Professor fascinating theatre.
Puppet's Blood
where the fuck is the title
fragmentation, comedy and horror
innovative Professor fascinating theatre.
radical staged envisaged, searched
design, I tried
light I laboured and
publicise in 347
involvement is crucial
but I had been dealing with issues
not serious but impressive.
The positives came thick and fast
the third day got cancelled
I felt sad for Murray and me
some cared. some went home.
Naomi is sensational. Chelsea feels she should say it like this
as we bandage for the End of the World
The priest is fat pinching bums again
bums that have gone away but the atmosphere is positive and thus I feel like
coming in thesse black rooms
I felt sad for Murray and me
some cared. some went home.
Naomi is sensational. Chelsea feels she should say it like this
as we bandage for the End of the World
The priest is fat pinching bums again
bums that have gone away but the atmosphere is positive and thus I feel like
coming in thesse black rooms
Chelsea is a seductress
Chelsea is a seductress
and millions of guys
I love the plays
they are poetry and sadness has officially no meaning
my demotivation returns as our troops sick and me with an injured soldier
as God says "we don't want to cripple you"
and the prostitute laughs.
and millions of guys
I love the plays
they are poetry and sadness has officially no meaning
my demotivation returns as our troops sick and me with an injured soldier
as God says "we don't want to cripple you"
and the prostitute laughs.
The lines were plotted on a computer and my suggestions were ignored
till I lost voice and when I tried to give them silently
I was asked to deliver them loudly
I did not think of that sarcasm said
ignorance laughed
pissed off. Now I know why real life drama are not successful
in easy going culture
Victoria has been very helpful
and sometimes jumpers burn in the makeup lights
such is life
happens all the time
no need to worry
such is life
happens all the time
no need to worry
The play, I fumble
without a title just a hint of sarcasm and loads of curious surprise
as I am ushered away
Never want to collide with Robbie
or stamp on his finger in the blue light as it is difficult to
find my faithful black suit
and the stupid detective trench coat is it called
more ribbon screams for a tamer audience
my name is taken to denounce her later
Jamie's flat is Pune
feels like home
Stella is family
Steve had asked me to relax and enjoy
and I need cotton the cat
the violin
My lines are final and I enjoy myself
Flatmates kept me from paint but I did twist a few lights
the black room is a complex place.
Let the ushers remove those people that interrupt the play
Day one. Even I am good. We read the original text before Murray
does his intense magic and mystics become detectives
the Thompson with a p and without
the chairs have holes in them as Sophie's aunt says that
she's going to put bums on the chair
the first day is hilarious people laugh
murray is positive with me
and I pay back the compliment.
the screaming psycho scorpio flatmate is gone
and I am relaxed and haircut appreciated
I confirm it is show time
and feel one with the team
murray's card and words are sincere and touch us
our father in heaven is happy
we cue as lights go blue dark bright
Victoria is the queen
and the fairy saves the Chinese man who fell from the skylight
The theatre is alive and burning like a tiger
does his intense magic and mystics become detectives
the Thompson with a p and without
the chairs have holes in them as Sophie's aunt says that
she's going to put bums on the chair
the first day is hilarious people laugh
murray is positive with me
and I pay back the compliment.
the screaming psycho scorpio flatmate is gone
and I am relaxed and haircut appreciated
I confirm it is show time
and feel one with the team
murray's card and words are sincere and touch us
our father in heaven is happy
we cue as lights go blue dark bright
Victoria is the queen
and the fairy saves the Chinese man who fell from the skylight
The theatre is alive and burning like a tiger
Chelsea is awesome like Mel and rob who's kiwi humble
claps are real and the man with the funny hat congratulates me
I am stunned
I thought I was a bad actor…
Where did that come from?
the skylight or all night coffee place
hadn't Murray warned him about my accent and my grammar
We were splendid. the globe bounced as I asked, "Aren't you coming to the
rehearsal
This town is big enough for both of us
Sophie's massage idea is splendid. It really relaxes my shoulder
and my haircut has made my head light
Swiss wrist watch Italian wrist watch
Unique New York
and then
rob's river is flowing
flowing and growing
Rachael! God bless Rachael.
I have cleaned up my act and am more
present
line ready
attentive.
The Pirate scarf starts off Mel as characters appear
It was my idea and I am proud of it.
as the ribbon jet of blood
when the whore bites back without
pink lipstick on her nipples
what do you tell your childhood hero who is dying of cancer
There he was on on the phone laughing as if he had a cold
a muslim that my aunt married
a writer
a islam scholar
in his later years
who could not keep his son Muslim
our cousin sameer sharif
I dont know what to say i shake
I ask him how he is
he laughs like
when he read my first entry in my green diary at the pond that I lost
as i explained him sinbad movie, he was testing my spoken english
and he gave me his dubai shirts
as we flew paper planes
and read his believe it or not
and other books under the bed
and ran up and down the stairs
he loved my aunty
but can barely move but laugh in his strong voice
i say alhumdulillah
he says allah hu akbar
thank god for a few phrases in arabic
a muslim that my aunt married
a writer
a islam scholar
in his later years
who could not keep his son Muslim
our cousin sameer sharif
I dont know what to say i shake
I ask him how he is
he laughs like
when he read my first entry in my green diary at the pond that I lost
as i explained him sinbad movie, he was testing my spoken english
and he gave me his dubai shirts
as we flew paper planes
and read his believe it or not
and other books under the bed
and ran up and down the stairs
he loved my aunty
but can barely move but laugh in his strong voice
i say alhumdulillah
he says allah hu akbar
thank god for a few phrases in arabic
where have you put them
she touched my face today as I shaved and chopped
I told you it will all fall in place
You must find another person to trust with your frusts
I told you it will all fall in place
You must find another person to trust with your frusts
I need the nurse. Spell check my grammar. Amicable answers
give me your bits
give me your bits
minor bits of filth in the confessional
there you have it. Se la Vee. the green cock piece is humour taste
and I can hardly wait
though on last day I shall cry
71 bullets zero in
ke sera
ke sera
ke sera
sera
minor bits of filth in the confessional
there you have it. Se la Vee. the green cock piece is humour taste
and I can hardly wait
though on last day I shall cry
71 bullets zero in
ke sera
ke sera
ke sera
sera
there is kindness lost on a doctor's bad
the crew is sick
I'm third world immune to everything but aids and syphilis
and I don't want the whore
Don't hurt mummy. Dad
Don't hurt mummy. Dad
very bad
give me some earplugs to kill midsummers nocturnal emission
Murray Murray
Shakin like a steven
there's one in every class
and your pink hair laughs
stage management was for a reason
but print lost colour to gain balance
somethings gotta give
but it's showtime and I am an occasional man
the turtle's beads wont fall yet
infact they might never
there's one in every class
and your pink hair laughs
stage management was for a reason
but print lost colour to gain balance
somethings gotta give
but it's showtime and I am an occasional man
the turtle's beads wont fall yet
infact they might never
Katrina has the number now and tsunami is delayed forgotten
because the end of the world does take place but official has no meanings
unless you pony tailgate brown scarf as thunder yawns
and robbers balance to a new equilibrium
the mongrels will leave and bubble will burst
the rebels are beating a retreat
and shakespeare's moon is a mere lumberjack.
You said you will be happy to see the prompt go
Well M things hew is hard but fare
You wanted reality
I will take the roof off
it's you and its me
in any city
in any country
and I will be able to sing the song again
god has never stopped me
and god is on my side
against jews and other obscure races
You said you will be happy to see the prompt go
Well M things hew is hard but fare
You wanted reality
I will take the roof off
it's you and its me
in any city
in any country
and I will be able to sing the song again
god has never stopped me
and god is on my side
against jews and other obscure races
Drama dramas everywhere but not a drop to sink…
From the pile of jnryd.o (clothes in Dvorak) rises the princess
crimson lights a comedienne Lorenzo who is dying of your love
tiger tiger burning at Anglican church brightest
slim one walks. need amy to read my draft
a cold draft from a stony beach
crimson lights a comedienne Lorenzo who is dying of your love
tiger tiger burning at Anglican church brightest
slim one walks. need amy to read my draft
a cold draft from a stony beach
Dad still fixated on the grandfather clock
I declare the end of the world…
a text sent to Irene
Irene is a name of a black cat
brambled cat…
so what do I like
I love the comrades…I love the killing of the handsome young man
I love the world and everything is beautiful
I love Oh eternal horror oh eternal gloom
I hate…you won't ever give me way if I tell you.
I hate the one-sidedness and callous behaviour questioning mushrooms and
machines
I love the song. The air is for me October moon
Neither a stud nor a wimp I will be
men will live men will die
I will bleed in my poetry
It's a such a beautiful song that will be never sung again
DAILY DRAMA DIARY
BEFORE LUCIFER BECAME HIS WORST ENEMY. HE WAS GOD'S FAVOURITE ANGEL. THE ALL
NIGHT COFFEE PLACES IN SPAIN SEEMS SO ROMANTIC. "COME ON SUNEAL, IT'S NOT THE
END OF THE WORLD.", I SAY TO MYSELF. JUST ONE SHOW CANCELLED. BUT I FEEL THAT
LIFE HAS PAUSED. I CONNECT TO MURRAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 710. NO, DON'T GET
ME WRONG. I HAVE BEEN A GREAT FAN OF HIM AND IN FACT, DEDICATED A POEM TO HIM
SINCE HE HAD ECO-GIFTED HIS BOOK BY THE TINFISH PRESS. LOVE THAT NAME. ROSA
GETS SCARED OF TIN FISH. ROSA LUXEMBOURG
So where are we? The End of the worlds
black ever so gifted ever so slight is the gift economy
a tyranny that Lucifer understood
an insecurity that poisoned his air.
there was injustice, demotivation, favouritism and absolute hatred in the air
NIGHT COFFEE PLACES IN SPAIN SEEMS SO ROMANTIC. "COME ON SUNEAL, IT'S NOT THE
END OF THE WORLD.", I SAY TO MYSELF. JUST ONE SHOW CANCELLED. BUT I FEEL THAT
LIFE HAS PAUSED. I CONNECT TO MURRAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 710. NO, DON'T GET
ME WRONG. I HAVE BEEN A GREAT FAN OF HIM AND IN FACT, DEDICATED A POEM TO HIM
SINCE HE HAD ECO-GIFTED HIS BOOK BY THE TINFISH PRESS. LOVE THAT NAME. ROSA
GETS SCARED OF TIN FISH. ROSA LUXEMBOURG
So where are we? The End of the worlds
black ever so gifted ever so slight is the gift economy
a tyranny that Lucifer understood
an insecurity that poisoned his air.
there was injustice, demotivation, favouritism and absolute hatred in the air
every tall poppy had to be cut
it was a psycho mission from a psycho god.
drama is everywhere like poetry it stands out
a sadness that I can't refuse
a hatred that I can't embrace
but it was not always like this as they say
the gods have fallen lower than the fallen angels
Rosa, can you get me some coffee and some lights
in this dark place please.
But sorry that's outdated, we don't see it that way anymore
I learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and
learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and
learned and for sure I learned
but not as blazing as 347 blazed dead souls
and live poets and opening graves.
Let's start when the hermits sat smoking and drinking coffee
I stuck like a chewing gum to my orange juice
` I will see you at the crossroads my friends
the hermits came out of the parnell cave
same place where emma burnt an Anglican hole.
dad is steal trying to fix that master clock
behind shiv's picture
the clock tower kindda clock
"there's a thin line between love and hatred"
since second day is when it all falls apart
beware of the second coming
I hate you and the world is beautiful
and I learned a lot a curve that bent on the American highway that shattered
every myth in town
Chelsea brings sugar to the performance
I'm satan. a figure that is omnipresent murray
you can't take him out of the equation. 347 is heaven
and performance skills was great
but
but but
I learned that the stage can be coloured to the noir drakkar
to the million triangles and their silly yellow
mirror images
I learned that there is a real connection
as adam and eve
must have been brothers and sisters
and the fat priest came into the open on the third day
abandoning his pearls for pinches and punches
after all who else will
feed on minor bits of human filth in the confessional.
there you have it.
but god rested on the 3rd day
and my heart broke a wee bit
emotions of a woman I must have.
emma screamed
like million concubines
my grandfather had them in pairs like the german who shot
my muslim friend in the heart as his lover betrayed all his senses
in god we trust but does he trust us.
god joked and the whore laughed
BITCH LOOK at your BODY
French accent
like the girl in the passageway
the cardboard love of mine
The drama is poetry
sheer poetry
Not a shred of meaning and colourful as hell
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo!
I hated scorpions coming out of vagina but that's gone
over and done with
black is the national colour
but you art passion
you art
I have seen you cry at scenes
and so do i
my friend
some fragment of meaning attacks at Malaysian Airport
some love angle and I cry
But I am better than Steven Seagall
it's a pity you chose to exemplify me
it's almost cruel as you say,
"there's one in every class"
and the look at your body laughed
you teach me subject and object
it's strange
how much knowledge you assume I do not have.
Drama is NZ is like drama anywhere
dying and kept alive
and captain my captain I salute your spirit
I like your concentration as you watch rehearsals
after rehearsal as something new
I like your sensitive soul
so where were we?
yes I am waiting an event is drawing nigh
a gun is being loaded
the god of the army rarely forgives
or never forgets
the cat has been crucified
and painted fish and painted stars scar young rosa
as show girls and their cream, red blue diamonds
it's horrible
go inside…you will be safe there
Yes the lines were not learned and absences were always present
scorpio is rising as coffe cools on custom street at 2 am
raglan waits and stella steals one more heart.
that date tears me
into a million
billion
shattered pieces
suneal suneal
you call out from the deep
an abyss
you dug for yourself
suneal i don't hate you
billion
shattered pieces
suneal suneal
you call out from the deep
an abyss
you dug for yourself
suneal i don't hate you
20th May
every year i wonder if you are ok
you are fine
every year i call out your name
i'm sorry
can you hear me
there's only one emma
she's the wind that no one can see
you don't hate me...
just one question
one question
are you ok?
you are fine
every year i call out your name
i'm sorry
can you hear me
there's only one emma
she's the wind that no one can see
you don't hate me...
just one question
one question
are you ok?
auckland blues
now the cops have lost their third report
visa card and black leather wallet missing
report a missing
report b missing
missing report missing
paperwork does not reach database
visa card and black leather wallet missing
report a missing
report b missing
missing report missing
paperwork does not reach database
smartie cat
coolas diamonds are forever
go on scratch the blue couch
cold sets in misty kiss
what do i care
he's allowed on the couch...
massey's late
somewhere in those white houses
pat kicks and boxes
western sun shines
on queen silver unitec
bus...slightly dear
softly near
go on scratch the blue couch
cold sets in misty kiss
what do i care
he's allowed on the couch...
massey's late
somewhere in those white houses
pat kicks and boxes
western sun shines
on queen silver unitec
bus...slightly dear
softly near
224
was late last night
golden small twinkling lights
in the setting sun in the valley
monkey's wedding amy is a north
indian fijian raincall
we call it nude rain
as the sun is brilliant
golden to the silver drizzle
golden small twinkling lights
in the setting sun in the valley
monkey's wedding amy is a north
indian fijian raincall
we call it nude rain
as the sun is brilliant
golden to the silver drizzle
End of World Production
End of World Production
carefully Hello light bright Lady
Invitation
stage manager
Pressure is on
Lashkari
galati se
mistake ho gayaaa
sorry the real
newspaper
Incredible
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too hard man!
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lifewriting
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carefully Hello light bright Lady
Invitation
stage manager
Pressure is on
Lashkari
galati se
mistake ho gayaaa
sorry the real
newspaper
Incredible
ok, it'd help if i sent these too huh Wed May 09, 2007 302k
too hard man!
Current Address Details
hidey ho
fiction
lifewriting
React to the Following colours and design
a you moving today!
a start on the props list
the cat's gonna eat the wallpaper
i blow on the evening shadow glass
Henderson's Highs
as justice wrestles on grass
the pond without ducks
left at the brown end of the station
a raft in the blackroom
god is blundering
thundering
nervous
Henderson's Highs
as justice wrestles on grass
the pond without ducks
left at the brown end of the station
a raft in the blackroom
god is blundering
thundering
nervous
a candle for you too
a new born baby
ticklish giggling
at exactly
the same hour
day after day
ed's wife
goes to his grave
and baby
stops smiling
tickles gone
at that time
no twists no turns
ed's wife
pleads his return
baby is smiles
giggles back
edward killed
poisoned - death
makes
baby smile
same time
as when
he was alive
ticklish giggling
at exactly
the same hour
day after day
ed's wife
goes to his grave
and baby
stops smiling
tickles gone
at that time
no twists no turns
ed's wife
pleads his return
baby is smiles
giggles back
edward killed
poisoned - death
makes
baby smile
same time
as when
he was alive
last train from papakura
last time green jamie smiles
last whistle softly blows
night train from papakura
goodbye my whanau
- goodbye my brother
I go west today
the street light bounces in zen
the train rattles the doors
the quiet dead town gone crazee
the five dollar rice bowl sleeps
whitcoulls yawn
library snores
goodbye my lover
goodbye my friend
you have been the one
you have been the one
for me
last whistle softly blows
night train from papakura
goodbye my whanau
- goodbye my brother
I go west today
the street light bounces in zen
the train rattles the doors
the quiet dead town gone crazee
the five dollar rice bowl sleeps
whitcoulls yawn
library snores
goodbye my lover
goodbye my friend
you have been the one
you have been the one
for me
i did not want to but i send you my wishes
three forty five:
7th may
storms saliva roullette tables
dancing coffee bullet grazing me
dad dancing prancing. grandma here
uncle fights as we hide grandpa is dead
yet winning. storms outside
earthquake too. i run up skytower's casino
young preteenage girls
dancing...
accelarator...red hot pants
school kids in gambling arena
i run to stormy sandy loo
blacklady follows i show her the beach otherside
howl again. three dead people.
wrecked sea punctured soul...pillow bleeds
glancing at my hand
as the dead
call
7th may
storms saliva roullette tables
dancing coffee bullet grazing me
dad dancing prancing. grandma here
uncle fights as we hide grandpa is dead
yet winning. storms outside
earthquake too. i run up skytower's casino
young preteenage girls
dancing...
accelarator...red hot pants
school kids in gambling arena
i run to stormy sandy loo
blacklady follows i show her the beach otherside
howl again. three dead people.
wrecked sea punctured soul...pillow bleeds
glancing at my hand
as the dead
call
mary stance
brian brian...
there's a sound...
a slight hissing rustling rallied lost
found midnight's murmered dream
early hour's hound
i call your name...
search I my dreams
in the farthermost corners
of brick houses called homes
in the summer continent
i cry your saline
name
go home soldier...
but you....
you are not there...
a damp mud spider
sings a hollow grave tune
of barbed wires and nazi bullets
as i turn around
touch
you. you lie
they need you there...
sigh....
i
next to me
i wish it was you
through to a new eternity
cicadas sing weeds outshine your flags
Brian Brian i still call your name. Wished he was you
and we were
under orange tree...
sigh....
we live but once
and
die ...................forever
where neither death
nor life
is ours to
choose
I need you here...
here as heavy combat boots
wake me in wellington
widowed are we by a war
i
you could have grown ugly together
just once
just once again
just forever
brian brian...
sigh....
you never left me
and
grave...................errors
are exactly that
cause neither life gave
nor death took it away
there's a sound...
a slight hissing rustling rallied lost
found midnight's murmered dream
early hour's hound
i call your name...
search I my dreams
in the farthermost corners
of brick houses called homes
in the summer continent
i cry your saline
name
go home soldier...
but you....
you are not there...
a damp mud spider
sings a hollow grave tune
of barbed wires and nazi bullets
as i turn around
touch
you. you lie
they need you there...
sigh....
i
next to me
i wish it was you
through to a new eternity
cicadas sing weeds outshine your flags
Brian Brian i still call your name. Wished he was you
and we were
under orange tree...
sigh....
we live but once
and
die ...................forever
where neither death
nor life
is ours to
choose
I need you here...
here as heavy combat boots
wake me in wellington
widowed are we by a war
i
you could have grown ugly together
just once
just once again
just forever
brian brian...
sigh....
you never left me
and
grave...................errors
are exactly that
cause neither life gave
nor death took it away
moon swivels on a rap soggy sandwich
tomorrow i see you on stage
my eyes filled with fear
rain rages walks miles
fields bouncing horses
soil smells of drain
farm country estates agency
love hate
outta here
my eyes filled with fear
rain rages walks miles
fields bouncing horses
soil smells of drain
farm country estates agency
love hate
outta here
one st. lamp
chicago cheap clock towered railway station
smokes suits chagrin the late night train
illegal liquor canadian guns are blazed
twisted scarred faces capone again
platforms searched book keepers and their
long dark long black rain coats
whom can you trust whom can you blame
a shadow a mist or a mere name
long tall sally brunette blond a friend
laughs like tunasia sings like tequila
Dead Poet's Pepsied Brain needs a sane
archive queen in dark dingy cellars again
Detective smokes splits spits burns cigar
a body scans the room! a mirror in midnight loo
slightly cracked a girdle a shift a route a tramp
map a chum. true like a blue sagittarius friend
brown jacket walter PPK a shot in the beige building
a cry a scream hysteria is a dream. lights awake
tall blonde's ex-laughter pauses. flights sigh
Interpol to Baker in Queen's isle in great britain
Money Blesses 1936 ash DNA seeks a long lost love
cellar sleeps semi-burnt face bath tub's empty
shots on train whistles mist potter mixed
a kick in the main-frame PC blue black Mac.
Mystery Blonde cuffs Google to NZEPC.
8,220,000 frontiers seek find lost Poet.
coffee blonde is a loyalty
platonic miss branded soul
nice humane touch
metallic soldier
lumber jaqueline
red rider
english cutting woods
spanish smiling eyes
smokes suits chagrin the late night train
illegal liquor canadian guns are blazed
twisted scarred faces capone again
platforms searched book keepers and their
long dark long black rain coats
whom can you trust whom can you blame
a shadow a mist or a mere name
long tall sally brunette blond a friend
laughs like tunasia sings like tequila
Dead Poet's Pepsied Brain needs a sane
archive queen in dark dingy cellars again
Detective smokes splits spits burns cigar
a body scans the room! a mirror in midnight loo
slightly cracked a girdle a shift a route a tramp
map a chum. true like a blue sagittarius friend
brown jacket walter PPK a shot in the beige building
a cry a scream hysteria is a dream. lights awake
tall blonde's ex-laughter pauses. flights sigh
Interpol to Baker in Queen's isle in great britain
Money Blesses 1936 ash DNA seeks a long lost love
cellar sleeps semi-burnt face bath tub's empty
shots on train whistles mist potter mixed
a kick in the main-frame PC blue black Mac.
Mystery Blonde cuffs Google to NZEPC.
8,220,000 frontiers seek find lost Poet.
coffee blonde is a loyalty
platonic miss branded soul
nice humane touch
metallic soldier
lumber jaqueline
red rider
english cutting woods
spanish smiling eyes
silver bells to golden skies
sprinkle gold dust on grey day
sounds
noise
pandemonium
chaos
Mr Joe chases bikes
as I chase drama
no other dream
just debates and english
piano plays in the auditorium
space captain forgets their crew
foodtown is cleaning buying tampons
as white girls gets back the stolen purse
year nine is nonsense
music played periods pass
sounds
noise
pandemonium
chaos
Mr Joe chases bikes
as I chase drama
no other dream
just debates and english
piano plays in the auditorium
space captain forgets their crew
foodtown is cleaning buying tampons
as white girls gets back the stolen purse
year nine is nonsense
music played periods pass
waking with the thesaurus
gray
listless
languid
indolent
sluggish
apathetic
unenergetic
lethargic
slow
languorous
how can any good come out of this morning?
the kids at the south auckland college
will kill me...
if i let them
i was looking for relief
here it is!
listless
languid
indolent
sluggish
apathetic
unenergetic
lethargic
slow
languorous
how can any good come out of this morning?
the kids at the south auckland college
will kill me...
if i let them
i was looking for relief
here it is!
Situations advertising
do they serve egg masala curry
with bread still
or mostly kababs
or only fish
fonts and cartoons
are the greatest art forms.
Mcs are over-rated
as a copywriter i was
notorious for getting
lines approved
through a evil
and clever
use of fonts.
reshma was dream
@ arun photocopied his face
cello pens
were an all out attack
with bread still
or mostly kababs
or only fish
fonts and cartoons
are the greatest art forms.
Mcs are over-rated
as a copywriter i was
notorious for getting
lines approved
through a evil
and clever
use of fonts.
reshma was dream
@ arun photocopied his face
cello pens
were an all out attack
if at 1 am
the wind refuses to rustle
and
a car alarm goes awry
dimple walks the round building
as i pack her picture
to bulsar where the parsi girl
changes on the ironbar window
we don't care
dimpee put nivea on her lips
terrace where sea-wolves
practice their rock dreams
the wind has gone to sleep
dimple stands by the well
somewhere in hot dubai sands
and
a car alarm goes awry
dimple walks the round building
as i pack her picture
to bulsar where the parsi girl
changes on the ironbar window
we don't care
dimpee put nivea on her lips
terrace where sea-wolves
practice their rock dreams
the wind has gone to sleep
dimple stands by the well
somewhere in hot dubai sands
grey grounds between two churches
St Francis first Christmas
with a tennis ball
and chocoltes in a pink bag
no it was a green striped ball
that got smashed around
at a time mom fell from a bycycle
ashok kneels
a five year old tells me what L
on a scooter stands for in Hindi
Their God must punish them
they have been mischievous
they kneel
the gravyard over a cave
at least a 1000 year old
we threw the pink bag in the air
and had 5 paise two wada walks
and lost bags and mom cries
dad worried
found and saved cats
the rescuer lives through
aarey picnic bitter orange ade
with a tennis ball
and chocoltes in a pink bag
no it was a green striped ball
that got smashed around
at a time mom fell from a bycycle
ashok kneels
a five year old tells me what L
on a scooter stands for in Hindi
Their God must punish them
they have been mischievous
they kneel
the gravyard over a cave
at least a 1000 year old
we threw the pink bag in the air
and had 5 paise two wada walks
and lost bags and mom cries
dad worried
found and saved cats
the rescuer lives through
aarey picnic bitter orange ade
Egyptology
Archiving Old Egyptian Kings' last memories of Cleopatra
The sands have sphinx that smiles at strangers
Buried under the seventh pyramid is a lifeless treasure - a priceless pleasure
The sands have timed their exit in the depths of the earth
A sound calls from so many lives Cleo...she turns smiles disappears
Only the howling ginsberg winds and the paused thoughts remain
Just vacuum and the distant sounds of the jingling belly dancers
and some footprints in the sands
Because some affairs last for ever.
The sands have sphinx that smiles at strangers
Buried under the seventh pyramid is a lifeless treasure - a priceless pleasure
The sands have timed their exit in the depths of the earth
A sound calls from so many lives Cleo...she turns smiles disappears
Only the howling ginsberg winds and the paused thoughts remain
Just vacuum and the distant sounds of the jingling belly dancers
and some footprints in the sands
Because some affairs last for ever.
dead poet's
have a frequency
or my imagination
is running ram
riot - a telltale romance
but connection
as you call a dead name
heart beats to
a bleeding haunting taunting wind
a sound from another world
my poems ride with ghost trains
empty on oshannessey lanes
next to the barber shop
a footfall, a footstep, a footpath
again
or my imagination
is running ram
riot - a telltale romance
but connection
as you call a dead name
heart beats to
a bleeding haunting taunting wind
a sound from another world
my poems ride with ghost trains
empty on oshannessey lanes
next to the barber shop
a footfall, a footstep, a footpath
again
mary brings the ghosts
alive.
dad saw the smiling shining tree
and a false tale of legs
that kept growing
a witch on the open roof
asking for sweets
and the others
on the opposite
bank
the night squeaky
sneaky
howling winds
something stirs
dad saw the smiling shining tree
and a false tale of legs
that kept growing
a witch on the open roof
asking for sweets
and the others
on the opposite
bank
the night squeaky
sneaky
howling winds
something stirs
they say the drowned
girl still laughs
when the river is full
the servant girls gossip
as kids scared us
naina told of moustache macho male stars
and ghosts that were robbed of jewels
gujarat has black magic false fear'
and some unexplained
that fills kids with a duvet joy
when the river is full
the servant girls gossip
as kids scared us
naina told of moustache macho male stars
and ghosts that were robbed of jewels
gujarat has black magic false fear'
and some unexplained
that fills kids with a duvet joy
computer sales in vapi
The little daman
khaman trips
Selvas wada pau
tiny worth 50p
april heat
jenny goes
sandy stays
the bloody tithal beach
temples and the bra
small pebble looks like a cow
suicide girl's mother smiles
green tshirt with words
sunday is royal
bulsar breathes
in a dry potato gravy
for 65 paise
near the post office
khaman trips
Selvas wada pau
tiny worth 50p
april heat
jenny goes
sandy stays
the bloody tithal beach
temples and the bra
small pebble looks like a cow
suicide girl's mother smiles
green tshirt with words
sunday is royal
bulsar breathes
in a dry potato gravy
for 65 paise
near the post office
mary had a little lamb
so i saw your shadow
in the darkness at 4.00
you know me i will find your grave
poison the world with your words
what are these shadows
cobwebs darkness
corners candles in the hearts
hollywood
night trembles
sleep stutters
consciousness rises
gently falls
poetry flows
in the darkness at 4.00
you know me i will find your grave
poison the world with your words
what are these shadows
cobwebs darkness
corners candles in the hearts
hollywood
night trembles
sleep stutters
consciousness rises
gently falls
poetry flows
wilderness
wildness
wantoness
bad vibes
footloose
sparrow
fancyfree
thumped into the heart
carving lines changing fates
wantoness
bad vibes
footloose
sparrow
fancyfree
thumped into the heart
carving lines changing fates
eternity has passed
since sinbad paper planes potato salesman
muslims counter-attack maharashtrians
who burn adolescent bycycles
and show black and white bollywood movies
not the cobblestoned pillow bhuleswar
but the toothbrush balconied phantom
may be mandrake and false headache pills
french toasts all these
while pigeons fly
geeta peeps and hides
deepak says write a book
on a lazy afternoon
geeta hides!
muslims counter-attack maharashtrians
who burn adolescent bycycles
and show black and white bollywood movies
not the cobblestoned pillow bhuleswar
but the toothbrush balconied phantom
may be mandrake and false headache pills
french toasts all these
while pigeons fly
geeta peeps and hides
deepak says write a book
on a lazy afternoon
geeta hides!
"why parnell", she asks me!
why parnell
there are hoof marks in parmell
there are graveyards in parnell
there are old railway lines
and anglican churches
embers of a long dead fire
and emma
there are hoof marks in parmell
there are graveyards in parnell
there are old railway lines
and anglican churches
embers of a long dead fire
and emma
Mary Stanley papers
Some love affairs last forever. Some words the winds can never. gobble like fates and destinies. some lives live forever and slightly, silently, softly more...like a scream from ejt in parnell rains...like a cry in africa and shadows that emerge each word is poem...each poem bleeds...each blood melts into the marble of Taj Mahal. Cause you know and i know that irene was a cat...a dutch girl from last life that lost life at 20. Holding a cat at albert park is neha's lovely dream as mary's voice calls for her Heathcliff. Her Howard Roark. Her Brian Neal. Whom does Suneal Varma Call? Irene, Parnel and a dream.
what the fuck
Show a different version unavailable. i had connected for you Huia asked me best Flatmate sorting out with Iseltka
ya in my unconscious subconscious Katrina runs
poor fellow
churned your ears
a few misunderstanding
came from holidays\ Smiles
do you have reputation
ohgod
matters of love and marriage
it is your persona
Mr.India bana baitha hai?
the tall girl in our group
Good Legs
then what will we talk
whether sandy likes sandwich with pickles
tell me more about your poems
or does he brush his teeth in the toilet
My poems are gone crazy
ya in my unconscious subconscious Katrina runs
poor fellow
churned your ears
a few misunderstanding
came from holidays\ Smiles
do you have reputation
ohgod
matters of love and marriage
it is your persona
Mr.India bana baitha hai?
the tall girl in our group
Good Legs
then what will we talk
whether sandy likes sandwich with pickles
tell me more about your poems
or does he brush his teeth in the toilet
My poems are gone crazy
look
you know. i know our eyes met
you felt and i felt. you retreated
and as you read this you ask yourself
not me. Is this me?
you know
i know
you know that i know
that you know
and there's noway its gonna stop.
you felt and i felt. you retreated
and as you read this you ask yourself
not me. Is this me?
you know
i know
you know that i know
that you know
and there's noway its gonna stop.
hell softly breaks loose
Lesbians attack me with a vengeance
heterophobia not my fault
I'm not anybody's rival
except your insecurity's competing
take that stone
cast it on the other dark side
blood on my hands
'I need to wash my hands…’ is buzzing through my brains as I’m back in that room, haunted a wee bit by Robin Hyde’s poetry and presence. There was something here even last time during 343. This time it is soothing but I am ruffled by the fires in Parnell in that party and the theft of two masterpieces. I feel a bit cold too and nervous as if I am about to handle a newborn baby or Dimple, my first love. I shake the drawing of the pony off my hands. As I look at the mirror, ‘Looks like I have shaved alright today’. Slowly I start wiping my hands in that dim-lit bathroom accentuated by the silence in the library. Back to the room with no humidity and Michelle and the other chap wait whathisname, again? I had a card here somewhere…here it is! Mr. Innes, sounds like an old English name of a man called Stephen running on the moors and painting the monster of Loch(ness). Must get my a into g as they say. Michelle talks about history, the subject that touches me. In the olden times the Greeks defined all knowledge as Philosophy. That is what this is: history, poetry, occult, science, archaeology, romance (of course), classical studies and good old Sepia- coloured American detective movie with Marlyn Monroe’s flapping white skirt like the Gene Wilder ‘Lady in Red’. Geena Davies looked stunning. Hold that thought. Look at the picture that Michelle has just handed me. It’s a photocopy (we call it Xerox in India; talk about branding). Now in the photocopy sometimes by the grid in the background and the dark tones on white fellas, you can judge that this picture has to be sepia. I was biased by the look of the guy and limited by my heterosexuality (don’t read homophobia, please) to see how he was handsome. But Michelle promised me that Mary Stanley (sounds like a dutch milkmaid daughter of an English lighthouse night watchman ‘s (who has ham sandwiches) daughter. Emily Bronte kinds. “Now”, Michele raises her archeological eyebrow, “How did this Hollywood guy come into Mary’s collection?”
I’m excited. How! I quickly ‘Pause’ my thoughts running rampant like those ugly, evil, evil Persians at the first block by the Spartans. Oh thank God for heroes. Now I know what Bush means. Those Persians just have to be bad bastards. See 300 and you will get the logic of the situation. Thank God the queen slept with the politician. It was a tactical sacrifice but it saved the world and civilisation as we know it
I’m excited. How! I quickly ‘Pause’ my thoughts running rampant like those ugly, evil, evil Persians at the first block by the Spartans. Oh thank God for heroes. Now I know what Bush means. Those Persians just have to be bad bastards. See 300 and you will get the logic of the situation. Thank God the queen slept with the politician. It was a tactical sacrifice but it saved the world and civilisation as we know it
4oclock post
winter wee wild whilst
four am poetry
as the big blower
makes its chopper sound without a care
you were aware
very aware
i had to steal eyelids
and a few smiles
four am poetry
as the big blower
makes its chopper sound without a care
you were aware
very aware
i had to steal eyelids
and a few smiles
teensy tail of colored elephants
down in the waves
junked by the waters
silly creatures in
the black dark sea
blow goes the bugle
sex on their savage minds
out came brave warriors
kicked them from the hinds
into the huddles
parsis that no one loves 10,000=300
can't hold this burning torch any longer
brother loves 300
anti-persian racist bush-wants-iran-now crap movie
nobles fight oriental occult, evil and insanity
queen sacrifices herself in adultery as imaginary characters
come to fight. greek mythology and history
which is which?
my forefathers fought both persians and alexandria
and i dont give a fuck either way
but its not fair
and hard not to feel
hassan irani says before islam iran was evil
now muslims are jews
besides I'm told Xerxes was honourable
and not a muslim
My parsi friends are nice too
came in after annihalation
and sweetened gujarat milk
to find home in western india
in to bombay as a dying community
left to rot in vultured graveyards
with intercast marriages
zorastrians the firegod people
Mighty Navsherwan Adil twisted his
palace walls to accomodate a poor woman's hut.
so whom am i fighting for. islamic iranis hate their persian ancestors
sparta out to destroy the black evil
i'll lay down my arrow of truth and snore
let cartoons kill eachother
so who do we choose
terrorists or counter-terror terrorists?
you have five seconds
brother loves 300
anti-persian racist bush-wants-iran-now crap movie
nobles fight oriental occult, evil and insanity
queen sacrifices herself in adultery as imaginary characters
come to fight. greek mythology and history
which is which?
my forefathers fought both persians and alexandria
and i dont give a fuck either way
but its not fair
and hard not to feel
hassan irani says before islam iran was evil
now muslims are jews
besides I'm told Xerxes was honourable
and not a muslim
My parsi friends are nice too
came in after annihalation
and sweetened gujarat milk
to find home in western india
in to bombay as a dying community
left to rot in vultured graveyards
with intercast marriages
zorastrians the firegod people
Mighty Navsherwan Adil twisted his
palace walls to accomodate a poor woman's hut.
so whom am i fighting for. islamic iranis hate their persian ancestors
sparta out to destroy the black evil
i'll lay down my arrow of truth and snore
let cartoons kill eachother
so who do we choose
terrorists or counter-terror terrorists?
you have five seconds
warrior
returns home through eternal walls
never ending bed of arrows
bloodbaths and oriental sacrifices
stone ladders that do not jump
the citadel and iron gates locked
to the smell of a one-found spring
through the waterless cactusless barren sand
never ending bed of arrows
bloodbaths and oriental sacrifices
stone ladders that do not jump
the citadel and iron gates locked
to the smell of a one-found spring
through the waterless cactusless barren sand
asha colony
the place asha colony
the time 1972ish
when the war strted and the lights go
and sirens blared
as we fought the bangladesh war
and i drew your pictures with rukshana
you were 16 more prettier than your daughters
you in an umbrella and coke tasted to strong
in kishori's wediing
and you fought with renu
at 4 the first women who fought over me
over thick potato chips and whether it was called
chips or katri or wafers
like the toys you got back from nainital
in walkeshwar
and crayons when i had typhoid
the leopard man in santacruz
gave us a taste of our first fear
as i went to my first party
and mrs rose
that i could not complain to
when kutchan (phoolchand)
hit me
i tasted my first fish next door
raju's house
and hid in the cabinet on the terrace
uncle gave me a small forhans toy
and you looked great in your black turtle neck.
the time 1972ish
when the war strted and the lights go
and sirens blared
as we fought the bangladesh war
and i drew your pictures with rukshana
you were 16 more prettier than your daughters
you in an umbrella and coke tasted to strong
in kishori's wediing
and you fought with renu
at 4 the first women who fought over me
over thick potato chips and whether it was called
chips or katri or wafers
like the toys you got back from nainital
in walkeshwar
and crayons when i had typhoid
the leopard man in santacruz
gave us a taste of our first fear
as i went to my first party
and mrs rose
that i could not complain to
when kutchan (phoolchand)
hit me
i tasted my first fish next door
raju's house
and hid in the cabinet on the terrace
uncle gave me a small forhans toy
and you looked great in your black turtle neck.
jemma
my tears
only for you
jemma
all the ghosts of
parnell's blacksmiths
horesshoes and clay
models of shiva
who carved your
grave a few centuries
old as your ghost
still cries for me
like a child you are
eternally iced
and sun pulls back his lights -
wind fractures fire and air
pierces into frozen lakes
wolf eye the love our love...
our eternal love...your shadow
is back...the thumps capture a
breeze or two;
and its silly footfalls. kids bouncing
on trampoline as i cry whilst
they snatch jealous jelly fish
and other chocoholic lollies.
my tears for you
my only child as moon
goes clear and somewhere
a dog cries behind
the windy wooden rustblown gates...
my child my gem...winter's here and
i cry for you...its winter and your
misty presence hits the air
with a three century old vengeance
only for you
jemma
all the ghosts of
parnell's blacksmiths
horesshoes and clay
models of shiva
who carved your
grave a few centuries
old as your ghost
still cries for me
like a child you are
eternally iced
and sun pulls back his lights -
wind fractures fire and air
pierces into frozen lakes
wolf eye the love our love...
our eternal love...your shadow
is back...the thumps capture a
breeze or two;
and its silly footfalls. kids bouncing
on trampoline as i cry whilst
they snatch jealous jelly fish
and other chocoholic lollies.
my tears for you
my only child as moon
goes clear and somewhere
a dog cries behind
the windy wooden rustblown gates...
my child my gem...winter's here and
i cry for you...its winter and your
misty presence hits the air
with a three century old vengeance
carnal or carnage
thames a river of yellow icy hay bleeding
spice all lamb curry in hottest gravy from bangladesh
pranayam in my sleep and emilya when the kids
were eating sugar with lollies i thought of you my winter child
that summer wild viles. tears in their little joys
bounced twice in otahuhu's lost youth busstop
adjusting the ladder to break into his own house
falls on the fairside of indian curried grocery
as 300 racist attacks in sparta. bush asks
hollywood to unite greek warriors adainst evil asia
queen finds an excuse for disloyalty: love eternally lost
burns with an ancient fire carnal or carnage
spice all lamb curry in hottest gravy from bangladesh
pranayam in my sleep and emilya when the kids
were eating sugar with lollies i thought of you my winter child
that summer wild viles. tears in their little joys
bounced twice in otahuhu's lost youth busstop
adjusting the ladder to break into his own house
falls on the fairside of indian curried grocery
as 300 racist attacks in sparta. bush asks
hollywood to unite greek warriors adainst evil asia
queen finds an excuse for disloyalty: love eternally lost
burns with an ancient fire carnal or carnage
New canvas
past albert slants
- mercury retrograde.
jupiter somersaults
Deaths Lives 343
rises from gray leaves
of a gone winter
into a spring
that sings meloncholy
to a coming winter.
Birds
Gulls
Pigeons
are Irene
as a stage
sets for
blood. Poetry
a chalk in the freezing winds
Before it gets dark.
and graveyards shine
It will shine.
Before it storms...
an illusion
sunny climes...
dust faults
green roads fault.
Swords raised
Michael croons
- a long dark lifeless moon
and billions of diamonds
clutter
the starry nile
away
this time damascus
sings
- mercury retrograde.
jupiter somersaults
Deaths Lives 343
rises from gray leaves
of a gone winter
into a spring
that sings meloncholy
to a coming winter.
Birds
Gulls
Pigeons
are Irene
as a stage
sets for
blood. Poetry
a chalk in the freezing winds
Before it gets dark.
and graveyards shine
It will shine.
Before it storms...
an illusion
sunny climes...
dust faults
green roads fault.
Swords raised
Michael croons
- a long dark lifeless moon
and billions of diamonds
clutter
the starry nile
away
this time damascus
sings
rural posts
on a small rural red bike the postie runs
xmas letters past post irene
green with ivy and an unsaid kiss
albert knows what sun doth miss
it was a girl called irene
xmas letters past post irene
green with ivy and an unsaid kiss
albert knows what sun doth miss
it was a girl called irene
emotional attachments
to green parrot toys
to hydrogen balloons as they fly awaaaaay a thought that made me cry
to small white kittens chased by dogs
to a fat brinjal
to ejn and her depression
to neha and her eternal fight
and the little alphabet game
just before the lights go out
was the banglorians story
about his granpa and i gave the fading blinding title
to his love as grandpa died
it took me 13 years to understand his grief
and jelly's sexual curse on piscean soul
that he was
about his granpa and i gave the fading blinding title
to his love as grandpa died
it took me 13 years to understand his grief
and jelly's sexual curse on piscean soul
that he was
181 dogs left loose
pampas
in the high fields
to breed and kill
white spots rolling
with early train sounds
pompous and gay
as hay turns gray
melonee still ripe
as firefighters eye
whence forest flames
like the love games
me and neha never played
no offence meant
in the high fields
to breed and kill
white spots rolling
with early train sounds
pompous and gay
as hay turns gray
melonee still ripe
as firefighters eye
whence forest flames
like the love games
me and neha never played
no offence meant
when 15 minute and 21% remains - y
and yahoos false face christmas white exits
you know its time to sleep
or give her a missed call
as she feeds
her two kids her latest
bread recipes
she struggles, strives
and still speaks
after a 15 year broken code
of silence she sought
she still seeks
slightly
slowly
silently
you know its time to sleep
or give her a missed call
as she feeds
her two kids her latest
bread recipes
she struggles, strives
and still speaks
after a 15 year broken code
of silence she sought
she still seeks
slightly
slowly
silently
warm autumn night
scratchy squeezey bloody night
let the wind make sneaky sounds
no shoe shiner at midnight's thief
no trains, ships, captains chief
jail still rocks and dream shackle shocks
irene's napier
spilled like a dream
a group
versus performance he
trucks a tender distance sound at last
3:29 am
hardly a poetic tune
a late wind hums around
like a distant prairee dog
let the wind make sneaky sounds
no shoe shiner at midnight's thief
no trains, ships, captains chief
jail still rocks and dream shackle shocks
irene's napier
spilled like a dream
a group
versus performance he
trucks a tender distance sound at last
3:29 am
hardly a poetic tune
a late wind hums around
like a distant prairee dog
mumta's marathi lessons
were squeezed into tic tac toe games
allowed her to cheat in texts
she was older by a year
i was a teacher at 5
language teacher
on an iron bed that had
walls of tictactoe
as base
allowed her to cheat in texts
she was older by a year
i was a teacher at 5
language teacher
on an iron bed that had
walls of tictactoe
as base
one rupee fifteen paisa for the movie
partnership was an ancient brotherhood
the grandma next door thought i was a smart kid
since i knew the multiplication through the cost of wadas
and rounded the15 into 7 to one ruppee just like hawker did
snake movies and millionaire movies and Tarzan movies Phantomus movies
i played with the cats
the grandma next door thought i was a smart kid
since i knew the multiplication through the cost of wadas
and rounded the15 into 7 to one ruppee just like hawker did
snake movies and millionaire movies and Tarzan movies Phantomus movies
i played with the cats
today
w a s
t h e u n i v e r s a l
spill-drinks day
countdown squeezed just juice and homemade cola
and i spill the fridge's coke zero
d r i n k s w e r e s e t t ing
themselves free like guerilla warriors
t h e u n i v e r s a l
spill-drinks day
countdown squeezed just juice and homemade cola
and i spill the fridge's coke zero
d r i n k s w e r e s e t t ing
themselves free like guerilla warriors
Parnell still burns my mind
winter bells bring parnell alive
horses races snow sands browns
buildings stables unstables anglicans
black pussy cats white roof tops billion eyes
parnell's alive
besides...
you call my name loud unclear
clammers with the wells your blue fiat
estranged mossy meloncholic ambers
jarring eternal ancient nocturnity
noone escapes life silences owl's night
parnell parnell burning bright
tree for tree is tree force heaven
horses races snow sands browns
buildings stables unstables anglicans
black pussy cats white roof tops billion eyes
parnell's alive
besides...
you call my name loud unclear
clammers with the wells your blue fiat
estranged mossy meloncholic ambers
jarring eternal ancient nocturnity
noone escapes life silences owl's night
parnell parnell burning bright
tree for tree is tree force heaven
slow coffee turns to blood
drips through the junked pipe
the rusted colour as mehdi
sings a fresh ghazal breezing through hearts waves
noised chaos in a drawer of hearth
as candles quieten the flowered city nights of lahore's
old forts and buildings
cats cry at midnights moonlights
cold barren ugly fights
girl dressed in bulsar
the small house away from
the rat eaten mansion
toddywallah the house
the history
its summer
mango's ripe
like a woman's breast
priorities change
as my aunty and mom
dress me as a girl
my sexuality was never
an insecurity
and 12 year olds
were gods of their own games
oh those ripe huge juicy mangoes
the rat eaten mansion
toddywallah the house
the history
its summer
mango's ripe
like a woman's breast
priorities change
as my aunty and mom
dress me as a girl
my sexuality was never
an insecurity
and 12 year olds
were gods of their own games
oh those ripe huge juicy mangoes
life is
like toilet paper
no matter how clean
you keep it
shit happens!
like a man my hero and uncle
writer and critic
dying of cancer
fear i cannot hear his voice
as people fall like match sticks
on paper dolls
and house of cards
no way to save your ass
life is
no matter how clean
you keep it
shit happens!
like a man my hero and uncle
writer and critic
dying of cancer
fear i cannot hear his voice
as people fall like match sticks
on paper dolls
and house of cards
no way to save your ass
life is
25 paise books
thums up flickers a cricket shot
two rupee cricket book
that flicks an animation
and i draw a red ball after a pencil ball
its crazy how grimms fairy tales
had thick pictures and a flying plane bouncing boy animation
like the KG rukshana rain pictures
that bite leopard hands
and hen that realise that stories can just be made
as sky shines on green long grass
and the grey wall that brings deepak's home
and his fairytale books
and kiran's 25p books
hidden in gum boots
two rupee cricket book
that flicks an animation
and i draw a red ball after a pencil ball
its crazy how grimms fairy tales
had thick pictures and a flying plane bouncing boy animation
like the KG rukshana rain pictures
that bite leopard hands
and hen that realise that stories can just be made
as sky shines on green long grass
and the grey wall that brings deepak's home
and his fairytale books
and kiran's 25p books
hidden in gum boots
winter's here - the blood will flow
like a planchet under the watertank
where coins mood at will
on stolen pickle terraces
on holi terraces
marijuana terraces
on hand bombs carckered
on abhalie's head terraces
on moonlit atul dolly kisses
where coins mood at will
on stolen pickle terraces
on holi terraces
marijuana terraces
on hand bombs carckered
on abhalie's head terraces
on moonlit atul dolly kisses
indus valley civilisation
a lonely cow plodds the mudd cakes
ash to ash dust to dust
5000th urban race and drains
toys and coins
harappa
mohenjo daro
close to mayans
walled city
bricked homes
chakki (grinder)
choolah (stove)
this is how you kill a coach
Don Bosco
The bag is heavy heavy heavy
jute green
jute cream khakhi
maths books
grammar's great
little chapel
and ink dipped holy water
great too
open like a modern prison
scout flirt with school guides
snakes in the football fields
borders eat fruits and meat
day scholars prejudiced
moral science vs religion
french vs marathi
singh vs raghunathan
head-master vs principal
we called him a frog
he looked like one
jailhouse rock stage
the size opposite the angle is the greatest
hypotenuesing the size of log sin cos
towers
craft drawing
and rebello screaming
clera and her romance for poetry
and kidney stone
fantasies of mrs paul and ms pereira
IC colony homeworks
on a blue racer cycle
superman comics
batman comics at nelson carvalho
footbal and mud stick games
sending kamils letter to sunita
jute green
jute cream khakhi
maths books
grammar's great
little chapel
and ink dipped holy water
great too
open like a modern prison
scout flirt with school guides
snakes in the football fields
borders eat fruits and meat
day scholars prejudiced
moral science vs religion
french vs marathi
singh vs raghunathan
head-master vs principal
we called him a frog
he looked like one
jailhouse rock stage
the size opposite the angle is the greatest
hypotenuesing the size of log sin cos
towers
craft drawing
and rebello screaming
clera and her romance for poetry
and kidney stone
fantasies of mrs paul and ms pereira
IC colony homeworks
on a blue racer cycle
superman comics
batman comics at nelson carvalho
footbal and mud stick games
sending kamils letter to sunita
black cat white cat
freezing in the ice rain
follicles
fur
felynx
fine by fire
fat one farts
black one was naughty at first
bouncing at mid oranges
now white is an adventuress
neutralised
cold
crying
in a blue laundry basket
the shitty little bastards
Stevie and Mrs Cotton.
follicles
fur
felynx
fine by fire
fat one farts
black one was naughty at first
bouncing at mid oranges
now white is an adventuress
neutralised
cold
crying
in a blue laundry basket
the shitty little bastards
Stevie and Mrs Cotton.
as i sit
as i sit
sipping my first
winter eve's green jasmine
as the TV bounces
off the glass window
through which
the little train with white lights
passes
as I sip sip sip sip sip sip sip
the green tea smelling of a woman's
hair!
sipping my first
winter eve's green jasmine
as the TV bounces
off the glass window
through which
the little train with white lights
passes
as I sip sip sip sip sip sip sip
the green tea smelling of a woman's
hair!
stage is dark
chairs
splintering
around
spluttered
like autumn
feathers
lights
in a few
arenas
research
is a new
search more
like lycos
not oodles
of goey
interface-eyes
demand a want
green velvet
uneven stage
sudden ups and lows
splintering
around
spluttered
like autumn
feathers
lights
in a few
arenas
research
is a new
search more
like lycos
not oodles
of goey
interface-eyes
demand a want
green velvet
uneven stage
sudden ups and lows
can i only read in the waiting room
as the cold rain pours and reflects on aluminium of the silver fame
as i flirt with a psycho teacher
or talk to an iranian beauty with big
eyes
or smile at the south african receptionist
make up intact
or should i go to albert park
park my ass on muddy grass
and talk to imaginary samoan depressed
lawyer from cc
or try the toilet
that could work
the early great :)
poetic worx
were orally performed in my loo
in school days
maybe the loo
also known as
the hot burning summer winds in ahmedabad
can help
let's find a red and black 'gentlemen'
oh how i wish i could go to where
no man had gone before
as i flirt with a psycho teacher
or talk to an iranian beauty with big
eyes
or smile at the south african receptionist
make up intact
or should i go to albert park
park my ass on muddy grass
and talk to imaginary samoan depressed
lawyer from cc
or try the toilet
that could work
the early great :)
poetic worx
were orally performed in my loo
in school days
maybe the loo
also known as
the hot burning summer winds in ahmedabad
can help
let's find a red and black 'gentlemen'
oh how i wish i could go to where
no man had gone before
armed to the teeth
and
brains
brains
and
bones
brawn
if only i could read
as harey as i could scribble
i have carried a million books
today 13th friday
a million books
from this library to that
this book shop
this friend
and have i read
the lethargy in the bone
the fatique in the brain
Now I have a 10 kg book
not my first
nor my last
but will i read it?
811.09
Wasn't this the same musky musty
smell
in Don Bosco's smallish large
library
filled with Hardy Boys
hardbound
where the engine roared to life
randall's thievery had imagination
as i have regrets
millions
those classics in comics
and chapters in
radiant reader
from
treasure island
huckleberry finn
pickwick papers
and half a league
half a league
half a league
smell
in Don Bosco's smallish large
library
filled with Hardy Boys
hardbound
where the engine roared to life
randall's thievery had imagination
as i have regrets
millions
those classics in comics
and chapters in
radiant reader
from
treasure island
huckleberry finn
pickwick papers
and half a league
half a league
half a league
the small version of 20,000 under
and 80 days
bought for a ruppee
as it rained
and rained
under a tiny bulb i escaped
grey building
and the leftover bhurchee
as chirag asked
the smart question
how many squares
in chess
as i said 8X8
the mad hatter chapter
and
of course
the daffodils
with a word or two from
alistair maclean
ndbltn
brer rabbit happy - green carrot tie flapping in the jungle winds
going to market with noddy...to buy carrot and stew it and soup it
famous five's castle stands tall on kirrin and all elves gypsies
and golly wog's a smiling...all pixies fairies christian gnomes
laughing in the bright market of auckland city...no secrets in seven
and ti is georgie up against haunted castles, down below naughty graves
going to market with noddy...to buy carrot and stew it and soup it
famous five's castle stands tall on kirrin and all elves gypsies
and golly wog's a smiling...all pixies fairies christian gnomes
laughing in the bright market of auckland city...no secrets in seven
and ti is georgie up against haunted castles, down below naughty graves
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
as i sit and watch the sands on the ceiling
a big cycle man at the bottom of the edens
met outside the anglican church. jamie's pipe
had dropped some grass. i walked 8 kms to
recover from e-pains. he said this words to me
or was it the red cross kim: everyone's where they should be.
a big cycle man at the bottom of the edens
met outside the anglican church. jamie's pipe
had dropped some grass. i walked 8 kms to
recover from e-pains. he said this words to me
or was it the red cross kim: everyone's where they should be.
marve club of boyscouts
dark as the dogs barked like wolves
seven miles and a year away
warned not to disturb the local fisherman
dangerous and tired
the morning run was excellent
blue sea still as fish moved not
gretchen and drunk fools paradise
another day story
as gravy potato and fried bread
and rice cooked with pepper and cardo-cummin
as kamil and i spoke to the girl on trees
from our lady high school
rest was found in a dark fishermen's roof
dark as the oil lamp smell as thud
I fell moved not till dawn
fear
next night was cold breezey to extreme last night before school went home
we crossed the creek on foot
took a riskshaw home
seven miles and a year away
warned not to disturb the local fisherman
dangerous and tired
the morning run was excellent
blue sea still as fish moved not
gretchen and drunk fools paradise
another day story
as gravy potato and fried bread
and rice cooked with pepper and cardo-cummin
as kamil and i spoke to the girl on trees
from our lady high school
rest was found in a dark fishermen's roof
dark as the oil lamp smell as thud
I fell moved not till dawn
fear
next night was cold breezey to extreme last night before school went home
we crossed the creek on foot
took a riskshaw home
gorai scout club
marve was green and the beach long long far further
from the small boat that ferried us
khakhi clad I last minuted like a gurkha soldier
nelson had handed me the list matchboxes, food, rope, bucket...
the green trees swung our way as eve shadowed us
the night in the camp as foxes bayed and wolfs made their proverbial sound
at 2.00 a light box struck
its your turn its your turn
we had put salt in someone's omelette
simon was cross since i fed the dogs
the rice and dal that dripped from my jute bag
as bollywood star was discussing his philosophies
marve had frogs in the well water
that made our throats croak marve was better
wilder than gorai
sucking on lemon
as Sir Singh slept
on fourlegged coirroped bed
ran like buccaneers
laghing at the other team though
we were wrong
troop leader had planted poppy seeds
the camp was bedsheets
and simon angered by my laziness
Nothing changes
Nothing changed
from the small boat that ferried us
khakhi clad I last minuted like a gurkha soldier
nelson had handed me the list matchboxes, food, rope, bucket...
the green trees swung our way as eve shadowed us
the night in the camp as foxes bayed and wolfs made their proverbial sound
at 2.00 a light box struck
its your turn its your turn
we had put salt in someone's omelette
simon was cross since i fed the dogs
the rice and dal that dripped from my jute bag
as bollywood star was discussing his philosophies
marve had frogs in the well water
that made our throats croak marve was better
wilder than gorai
sucking on lemon
as Sir Singh slept
on fourlegged coirroped bed
ran like buccaneers
laghing at the other team though
we were wrong
troop leader had planted poppy seeds
the camp was bedsheets
and simon angered by my laziness
Nothing changes
Nothing changed
translate like google
agar raaste chingaari banke root te
if roads candle flames being cross
phir bhi dil hamare yoo hi toot te
even then heart ours this way breaks
koi aglee galee mein dastak de raha hai
someone next street knocks he does
ghode ki ahaat to thee par tu kahi nahi hai
horsecarts reverbrate was there but nowhere noone
if roads candle flames being cross
phir bhi dil hamare yoo hi toot te
even then heart ours this way breaks
koi aglee galee mein dastak de raha hai
someone next street knocks he does
ghode ki ahaat to thee par tu kahi nahi hai
horsecarts reverbrate was there but nowhere noone
scribbles on montana
saw you
you warmed winter
catching fish with your black nets
at the bust op
oh my gosh
ohhell...scribbles at orekei
pens sharpen
you know i know
who cares
valsad
a.k.a. old bulsar
the streets are small and twisted
cobble stones bounce at sounds of horse carts
from the ayurvedic clinic
the red school is a legend
ganesh temple is a place to hide
from the slapping traffic of goats
in the graveyard where i scored 235
after being out thrice
in a marriage i found peace
clay toys hide in the sanitorium
on the same streets as a parsi whore
the tall building that will go
at the twisted river
and the beach with a million stars
bulsar
the streets are small and twisted
cobble stones bounce at sounds of horse carts
from the ayurvedic clinic
the red school is a legend
ganesh temple is a place to hide
from the slapping traffic of goats
in the graveyard where i scored 235
after being out thrice
in a marriage i found peace
clay toys hide in the sanitorium
on the same streets as a parsi whore
the tall building that will go
at the twisted river
and the beach with a million stars
bulsar
spells
you smile at the camera
from a low angle
and the streets are empty
though of course
your raiance (spell with a d) takes away the thunder
and that could only bring jealousy
like too much black pepper
in a hawaain burger
from a low angle
and the streets are empty
though of course
your raiance (spell with a d) takes away the thunder
and that could only bring jealousy
like too much black pepper
in a hawaain burger
lucky
when the lion got old...
the eunuchs came in full brigade
the rabbit's carnivarous
the lame lamb
and the broken ram
luckily
grandpa died in his sleep!
the eunuchs came in full brigade
the rabbit's carnivarous
the lame lamb
and the broken ram
luckily
grandpa died in his sleep!
cheappaperbacks
nickcarter
its not my fault if you cant hold a gun
you were never bond
could not even shoot with your index finger
your inferiority was on your block so don't balame me
its not my fault if you cant hold a gun
you were never bond
could not even shoot with your index finger
your inferiority was on your block so don't balame me
you can
either love him
or
hate him
nothing in between
you are just
like a maori
not easily
intimidated
with
ink
in
your
blood
you
are
a champ
you
are
the devil
you are....
YOU ARE NOTHING
I'm the father now
or
hate him
nothing in between
you are just
like a maori
not easily
intimidated
with
ink
in
your
blood
you
are
a champ
you
are
the devil
you are....
YOU ARE NOTHING
I'm the father now
samosa chai and nonsense meetings
the brown campus buildings
and brown polished wood and
old phd with glasses
on hot afternoons
after gossip
kulkarnis daughter
and the muslim boy
coffe in the morning with kinnari
and desai's boy got 90%
in SSC
and brown polished wood and
old phd with glasses
on hot afternoons
after gossip
kulkarnis daughter
and the muslim boy
coffe in the morning with kinnari
and desai's boy got 90%
in SSC
memsahab y
shero sayree ka jasbaa chala hai to
main bhi
kehna chahhonga
ke hamare walid sahab sheroshyree ke mureev the
ka bahut shok rakhte
tarmaate the
aur hum bhi pakeeza aur mughale azaam dekh karr bade hue hai
aap se baat kar ke yakeen ho chala hai
ke bahaar aur woh din jise main bhula chooka tha
woh phir aa gaye hai
jazbba or dosti aour woh mulaquatein
ka silsila to kher jaaree rahega
lekin
woh jaadu bhi barkaraaraar
hai
aapne gend haath mein dee hai to stump todne padege
main bhi
kehna chahhonga
ke hamare walid sahab sheroshyree ke mureev the
ka bahut shok rakhte
tarmaate the
aur hum bhi pakeeza aur mughale azaam dekh karr bade hue hai
aap se baat kar ke yakeen ho chala hai
ke bahaar aur woh din jise main bhula chooka tha
woh phir aa gaye hai
jazbba or dosti aour woh mulaquatein
ka silsila to kher jaaree rahega
lekin
woh jaadu bhi barkaraaraar
hai
aapne gend haath mein dee hai to stump todne padege
on a cold auckland night
so finally let me give your due
as ted gave
sylvia as you feed your kids also
while you talk to me...
as ted gave
sylvia as you feed your kids also
while you talk to me...
so ur hunny ...................yyyyyyyyyyyy
is still scared of me
i can only send you an E-climax
in fireworks with flash
and worded in a dream weaved in a song
an explosion of Jpeg into
a bloggy MP3
i can only send you an E-climax
in fireworks with flash
and worded in a dream weaved in a song
an explosion of Jpeg into
a bloggy MP3
(y)ou came to my rescue YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
on classy seven
thank god for the lovely chairs
twisted lanes of elam that
translate into des[air
or joy
you said there was greenery
and whiteness in the air
and the yellow danger
of the poppy fields
i am here and i am joy
sometimes i clean churches
that i destroy
thank god for the lovely chairs
twisted lanes of elam that
translate into des[air
or joy
you said there was greenery
and whiteness in the air
and the yellow danger
of the poppy fields
i am here and i am joy
sometimes i clean churches
that i destroy
speed ---y---
we saw speed and you said i was reeves
i loved sandra
and we had fun
wada pau on the only grass
where rugby is played
tackling love and other issues
opposite churchgate station
and through the eternal line
of hawkers
and big double decker red buses
that what's his name
johnny english left
i loved sandra
and we had fun
wada pau on the only grass
where rugby is played
tackling love and other issues
opposite churchgate station
and through the eternal line
of hawkers
and big double decker red buses
that what's his name
johnny english left
racecourse ----------y------------
haji ali was a durgah
that kissed the race course\
a tomb of a sufi saint
white minarets
grey seas
i wrote love war computers
for Vijay Mukhi
and you gave me company
in the tardeo bylanes
where launderers thrash clothes
that kissed the race course\
a tomb of a sufi saint
white minarets
grey seas
i wrote love war computers
for Vijay Mukhi
and you gave me company
in the tardeo bylanes
where launderers thrash clothes
sacred (((((((((((((y)))))))))))))))))))
is love
clandestine
my past
goats tigers dont mix
poets romantics politicians
pretend
on a dark night brother
one eats the other
clandestine
my past
goats tigers dont mix
poets romantics politicians
pretend
on a dark night brother
one eats the other
suicide ::::Y::::
YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF
you tried did you not?
when dad was in jail
and you needed me to love me
i had nothing to give
every drop was squeezed
her mother had cancer
not my fault
her sister a crush
and you were in an 18th century love affair
you tried did you not?
when dad was in jail
and you needed me to love me
i had nothing to give
every drop was squeezed
her mother had cancer
not my fault
her sister a crush
and you were in an 18th century love affair
on the mezanini ...y...
i felt your breast
ripe as william's plum
that drove me crazy and mom complained
she did not want her son to be a casanova
little did she know
that i died a million deaths in love
ripe as william's plum
that drove me crazy and mom complained
she did not want her son to be a casanova
little did she know
that i died a million deaths in love
endless calls y
and i thought that was neha
you gave million missed calls
on 8075854
now the number is dead and cellular calls remain
you gave million missed calls
on 8075854
now the number is dead and cellular calls remain
masters %%%%%%%%%Y##########
you were pursuing your masters as the leaves fell in Bombay Uni
i sat near the dept of psychology
and i touched you
you recoiled like an old gun
something snapped
was it your self control
as the sun went down
and you complain
that i never wrote poems for you
in urdu
well i just sing them ghazals
i write in english and eat bread
i sat near the dept of psychology
and i touched you
you recoiled like an old gun
something snapped
was it your self control
as the sun went down
and you complain
that i never wrote poems for you
in urdu
well i just sing them ghazals
i write in english and eat bread
sndt (y)
the picture you took of me in 1992
is srill there somewhere
the grey benches
the white boreds
the library where i chased you
to ask you...if you are ok.
is srill there somewhere
the grey benches
the white boreds
the library where i chased you
to ask you...if you are ok.
you with a (y)
you even made the great neha happy
your hindu-ness was foreign to us yuppy souls
neha's jeans shorts and your red red chunni
and the nose ring
and oye oye in your northern land accent
irritated and made me smile
your hindu-ness was foreign to us yuppy souls
neha's jeans shorts and your red red chunni
and the nose ring
and oye oye in your northern land accent
irritated and made me smile
ihc )y)
as i sat wasting afternoons knocking doors
your call saved my life
a fifteen year silence broken
as google found me for you
its good to laugh again
your call saved my life
a fifteen year silence broken
as google found me for you
its good to laugh again
hot afternoon (y)
as the wind blows in ghaziabad
slight soft hot as she asks
whether the bus - the big bus has left
the one with the curtains
the winds blows in my cell
i am on hold...100
slight soft hot as she asks
whether the bus - the big bus has left
the one with the curtains
the winds blows in my cell
i am on hold...100
niece
Once simran needed new shoes and
i bought her slightly big ones
and they came out during the race
she was embarrased
and I was hurt
but i ...
i bought her slightly big ones
and they came out during the race
she was embarrased
and I was hurt
but i ...
million charmers fell from red
lucifer was god's favourite son
fired by a deep dark side
snakes snakes everywhere
as children died
get out of my house
it a manor smells of horse manure
farming town small evil devil's dark
rural dark america and its million secrets
this is when director defaults disintegrates
flash weaves million dreams in macro
as director defaults
fired by a deep dark side
snakes snakes everywhere
as children died
get out of my house
it a manor smells of horse manure
farming town small evil devil's dark
rural dark america and its million secrets
this is when director defaults disintegrates
flash weaves million dreams in macro
as director defaults
papakura is naughty
sunny..full of bounce and verve
on the good frriday i needed rest
as i heard christ being nailed at 7 am
this is soooo wrong
i thought in a cosm pop o litan girl's accent
the new owner is renovating the building at our cost
we pay the price cause some skilled labourer
wants to nail christ
a night after 5 assignments
it's holidays and kids eat ice cream on mission bay
as x bleeds.
on the good frriday i needed rest
as i heard christ being nailed at 7 am
this is soooo wrong
i thought in a cosm pop o litan girl's accent
the new owner is renovating the building at our cost
we pay the price cause some skilled labourer
wants to nail christ
a night after 5 assignments
it's holidays and kids eat ice cream on mission bay
as x bleeds.
the bed has changed position irene
my thoughts swing back at you
there's a secret exegesis on the click
that bears your name
something's changed
libra fallen again
scorpio hurt
jupiter retrogates
but hey... i still dream of you
there's a secret exegesis on the click
that bears your name
something's changed
libra fallen again
scorpio hurt
jupiter retrogates
but hey... i still dream of you
flash cleared at last
as computer bite has gone
cache incremented a new fire fox swings
word no more control enters
just control new
bill gates needs to understand a few things
dream weaver must rise as swish breaks my heart
with its look
what is it with free software
they just dont have the look
like easy women
i miss the drama
god's playing dirty
jealous as raison says
i wish the htm would be standardised like the euro
cache incremented a new fire fox swings
word no more control enters
just control new
bill gates needs to understand a few things
dream weaver must rise as swish breaks my heart
with its look
what is it with free software
they just dont have the look
like easy women
i miss the drama
god's playing dirty
jealous as raison says
i wish the htm would be standardised like the euro
august karten i am your father
the bombay streets at empty at 2:00
the tea boys on cycles are guards
we walk 30 ks. to that temple as i talk
about neha neetu sesa emma melanie geeta
your hunger my ambitions tat i should have
since i am so bloody smart
i gave you the name in tat slopping church/graveyard
you fell in love with a prostitute
and a characterless whore
while i stuck to my decent women
you sold standard chartered outside clubs
i fell for nth mother. the churches at bandra stare at us.
samia peggy jihan are your family too
you are my father
you told me how to love
and when you were raison you were reason
told me reshma was an impossibility
and katrina is mine and irene a virgin
have you eaten today?
the tea boys on cycles are guards
we walk 30 ks. to that temple as i talk
about neha neetu sesa emma melanie geeta
your hunger my ambitions tat i should have
since i am so bloody smart
i gave you the name in tat slopping church/graveyard
you fell in love with a prostitute
and a characterless whore
while i stuck to my decent women
you sold standard chartered outside clubs
i fell for nth mother. the churches at bandra stare at us.
samia peggy jihan are your family too
you are my father
you told me how to love
and when you were raison you were reason
told me reshma was an impossibility
and katrina is mine and irene a virgin
have you eaten today?
the long tar road
as afternoon sleep was broken by milk
at babysitters
something that my aunts fought about in santacruz
kuttan was phoolchand
chips or wafers
or that party with spicy drink
coca-cola out of my nose
kishori's wedding in black and white
the letter hundred was not an X
but a mixture of 1 0 and 0
the cigarette butt that i try to blow out
another behind geeta i try to inhale
rolling newspapers
coughing
the long tar road as i waited for parents to return
running to every stranger out of boredom and impatience
as a schoolboy promised me on of his 30 cars
he lived in a hut
at babysitters
something that my aunts fought about in santacruz
kuttan was phoolchand
chips or wafers
or that party with spicy drink
coca-cola out of my nose
kishori's wedding in black and white
the letter hundred was not an X
but a mixture of 1 0 and 0
the cigarette butt that i try to blow out
another behind geeta i try to inhale
rolling newspapers
coughing
the long tar road as i waited for parents to return
running to every stranger out of boredom and impatience
as a schoolboy promised me on of his 30 cars
he lived in a hut
e-martial
yes love is insanity
remember that huge chutch
and the yellow moon and
the shining graveyard and your laughs
and the new market dance bar
and that movie we never saw
and when you asked if i was an angel
an anglican angel
the dark after party lonely street
when i broke into tears
the way moonlight bounced
on that ...was it ... a maple tree?
you were a mermaid and i was just me
being me...as usual!
remember that huge chutch
and the yellow moon and
the shining graveyard and your laughs
and the new market dance bar
and that movie we never saw
and when you asked if i was an angel
an anglican angel
the dark after party lonely street
when i broke into tears
the way moonlight bounced
on that ...was it ... a maple tree?
you were a mermaid and i was just me
being me...as usual!
spagetti sky
masks drama makes puppets sing inhale breathe
a sudden morning breakfast at mission bay
rains. flash saves html not htm. confusion galore
as windows is a whore and to change an extension
one must ftp blue sky fox. i know you think of me
world thinks we hate eachother its like schoolboys
shooting on stolen pickle terraces like a finger bullets
nothing's real. what about harry and the funky version of my exegesis?
geometry is death and i run to arts college elam. find a new source
a new life. and all i know is keyframes. the txt did not jump
i love the fucking fonts. arsis, geometric 321, haeth-something or the other
penelope cruise. masks
are u asking me out on a date?
flash to paint and thick sesa pencils
are dishwashing liquid now
av re varsaat
its raining in bombay
run for cover
gateway, taj, nariman, chowpatty
gumboots wet
and arabs wet
and women sexy Xavier's college women wet
the books sellers on the road wet
and the crickets at azad maidan wet
and the paperboats wet
and the spoke game wet
the pond wet
the kid drowning wet
his plaster wet
my chappals lost in that stream wet
run for cover
gateway, taj, nariman, chowpatty
gumboots wet
and arabs wet
and women sexy Xavier's college women wet
the books sellers on the road wet
and the crickets at azad maidan wet
and the paperboats wet
and the spoke game wet
the pond wet
the kid drowning wet
his plaster wet
my chappals lost in that stream wet
singsong
so margeret
is it a poem?
or a song?
its a ....
pong
that pings
adrenaline
as it falls
wally
bing
bong
is it a poem?
or a song?
its a ....
pong
that pings
adrenaline
as it falls
wally
bing
bong
ouch
someone threw pizza hut's
concrete slab
a childish prank
cars clanked
head bangers ball
concrete slab
a childish prank
cars clanked
head bangers ball
and you...
you..
you tell me not to
spank
i want to kick
the bastard's ass
diet SP
ivory castles kiss clouds crystals towerspines
princess irene. a wild blue wind. wanton violins - sing
rides forbidden eastern hinds. dark dark jungle sparks
sparks called savage by gypsies. charmer killer nark!
skinned lions, sabred slanderers, hated the sun.
irene fell misty waterfalls arms. sparks' savage kiss
cold warm confusion charm "just friends" smiles he
"Lord I deserve her", he summons. is refused. arrogance
laughs fear cries. eastern dark's fires seek ivory's gold
promises he won't hurt, kill, plunder the slanderers
his noble mother's blood aids. wakes dawn's prayers
a weakness holds key to irene's heart. but where?
golden sun chills rains awaits an answer. a nay.
"God" anger screams. "widows cry orphans weep"
warned by his divine father. sparks fears almighty wrath
decides to leave. waterless sands hebrews lands, nile
princess cries in his arms with love bitter bitter bitter love
eve brings bloom to gloomy savage heart
as cry they in eachothers arms
jungle fires
wild burns red
savage jumps palace grounds, balcony for a kiss
"i want you"
someone sees...complains
king shocks asks irene to leave
for china to learn creation of silk
promises. promises counter promises
waits six rains. gypsy dances . leaves black steed
france spain cardoba white churches - dark fisherfolks
africa morocco khairwaan crocs pythons cannibals witches
sahara cairo jerusalem palastine. india jungle. asia
himalayas tibet snow buddhist masters save sparks
and then china. yuan dynasty. king's birthday. red
irene in a window. tears.
a long night of love and history
morning rides through china mongolia
marries a rainy day among pygmy friends
love sparkles in rain waters forever.
eastern dark lord hybrids savage callus killer. vengeance.
killed chinese king, irene's ring. finally finds love in her arms
princess irene. a wild blue wind. wanton violins - sing
rides forbidden eastern hinds. dark dark jungle sparks
sparks called savage by gypsies. charmer killer nark!
skinned lions, sabred slanderers, hated the sun.
irene fell misty waterfalls arms. sparks' savage kiss
cold warm confusion charm "just friends" smiles he
"Lord I deserve her", he summons. is refused. arrogance
laughs fear cries. eastern dark's fires seek ivory's gold
promises he won't hurt, kill, plunder the slanderers
his noble mother's blood aids. wakes dawn's prayers
a weakness holds key to irene's heart. but where?
golden sun chills rains awaits an answer. a nay.
"God" anger screams. "widows cry orphans weep"
warned by his divine father. sparks fears almighty wrath
decides to leave. waterless sands hebrews lands, nile
princess cries in his arms with love bitter bitter bitter love
eve brings bloom to gloomy savage heart
as cry they in eachothers arms
jungle fires
wild burns red
savage jumps palace grounds, balcony for a kiss
"i want you"
someone sees...complains
king shocks asks irene to leave
for china to learn creation of silk
promises. promises counter promises
waits six rains. gypsy dances . leaves black steed
france spain cardoba white churches - dark fisherfolks
africa morocco khairwaan crocs pythons cannibals witches
sahara cairo jerusalem palastine. india jungle. asia
himalayas tibet snow buddhist masters save sparks
and then china. yuan dynasty. king's birthday. red
irene in a window. tears.
a long night of love and history
morning rides through china mongolia
marries a rainy day among pygmy friends
love sparkles in rain waters forever.
eastern dark lord hybrids savage callus killer. vengeance.
killed chinese king, irene's ring. finally finds love in her arms
today
i tried learning flash all over again
papakura library has lost their books
museum's closed
posted comments
body aches
sun comes out strong
hello kitties out on the terrace
national bank's lost visa
no one at sushi
whitcoulls reminded of red job
emily perkins poem waits
vacuum waits
lemonade waits
flash again
papakura library has lost their books
museum's closed
posted comments
body aches
sun comes out strong
hello kitties out on the terrace
national bank's lost visa
no one at sushi
whitcoulls reminded of red job
emily perkins poem waits
vacuum waits
lemonade waits
flash again
there's a moon over jungle green
covered by grey silver clouds by
the grey blue rich sea
by the seagulls
through owl eyes
vacant
empty
vacuum without you
my Irene
the grey blue rich sea
by the seagulls
through owl eyes
vacant
empty
vacuum without you
my Irene
burning deserts - re-said inspired by disclaimer word & sudden amnesia at trying create the other on the spot..changed last minute. M's right.
the desert was buzzing with swiss army knives
camouflaged boots
sand bridges falling down
black hawk down
they found an old factory
an old sewing machine
shall we tell the president
or first lady
the needle was examined
chinese guard summoned
"Hsuan, if the point accupunctures
inaccurately can it kill?"
eagle has landed
fox gone
carlos here
day of the jackal
John Wong thought for 5000 years
"May be"
There must be milllion needles here
old fucking factory
Bush was called
Weapons of massdestruction found"
war wasn't pointless after all.
camouflaged boots
sand bridges falling down
black hawk down
they found an old factory
an old sewing machine
shall we tell the president
or first lady
the needle was examined
chinese guard summoned
"Hsuan, if the point accupunctures
inaccurately can it kill?"
eagle has landed
fox gone
carlos here
day of the jackal
John Wong thought for 5000 years
"May be"
There must be milllion needles here
old fucking factory
Bush was called
Weapons of massdestruction found"
war wasn't pointless after all.
mom's kitchen
mom's kitchen
has dad's ghost
that cries behind the green peeling paint
afternoon tea
night at three
as i wake
ravi dreams there's a shadow
a ghost in the kitchen
is it ne?
the girl that strokes my brother's hair
has dad's ghost
that cries behind the green peeling paint
afternoon tea
night at three
as i wake
ravi dreams there's a shadow
a ghost in the kitchen
is it ne?
the girl that strokes my brother's hair
yahoo blinks off
yahoo blinks off
rain is enough
grey sea everywhere
skytower disappears
eight papers in a semester
bill gates is a a.hole
pirating our right to a better browse
can you see the line
i'm no explorer
i'm fire i'm fox
i'm blue i'm the sky
may is everywhere
irene kisses napier
jay jay cries
rain is enough
grey sea everywhere
skytower disappears
eight papers in a semester
bill gates is a a.hole
pirating our right to a better browse
can you see the line
i'm no explorer
i'm fire i'm fox
i'm blue i'm the sky
may is everywhere
irene kisses napier
jay jay cries
howl
thunder blindre blunder
summer storm
pissin small child
train window
monkeys read circus times
howl like a dutch stranger
across the tracks
silent smile not a rustke
howl but no midnight vocabulary
scowl your love softly with tea
in echoes of your heart that no one sees
my irene
summer storm
pissin small child
train window
monkeys read circus times
howl like a dutch stranger
across the tracks
silent smile not a rustke
howl but no midnight vocabulary
scowl your love softly with tea
in echoes of your heart that no one sees
my irene
nephthaline
i am
human
not
devil's
favourite
son i claim to be
nor E's
angel
niethercrucifyme
norbuildchurchesinmyname
let
me
be
human
not
devil's
favourite
son i claim to be
nor E's
angel
niethercrucifyme
norbuildchurchesinmyname
let
me
be
outside my window
on the other side of the papakura railway track
is a indian rural village. anu masi's dad's village
at 4 he would go to the river. dark...early morning prayers
across on the otherside were the others that wife got scared of
like the five year old pink frock girl that Mrs. Rawal saw
noises and voices from old cemetary in halwad. black black black magic
nothing moves not even sound or breeze. the city gently sleeps
is a indian rural village. anu masi's dad's village
at 4 he would go to the river. dark...early morning prayers
across on the otherside were the others that wife got scared of
like the five year old pink frock girl that Mrs. Rawal saw
noises and voices from old cemetary in halwad. black black black magic
nothing moves not even sound or breeze. the city gently sleeps
dark march on tuesday
hosed down - 13 times
mexican bandits fly off with candles
behind old broken railway line
uniform, copper, caffeine, cathedral
saftey's paramount
christians run
opening digits
bedini boudini
abu hassan
aztecs dont have gold
incas do
prisoners of the cuban sun
buffalo crews
small train
with little lights
filled with audio
cheap western poets
ipoded a purple chimney
feline felicity ferrari
unsound performance...no parliament
irene irene irene
recorded rhetoric off the tape
penn sound is guerilla
in disguise
carlos bourne's arch enemy
robyn my counsellor
is the law
mexican bandits fly off with candles
behind old broken railway line
uniform, copper, caffeine, cathedral
saftey's paramount
christians run
opening digits
bedini boudini
abu hassan
aztecs dont have gold
incas do
prisoners of the cuban sun
buffalo crews
small train
with little lights
filled with audio
cheap western poets
ipoded a purple chimney
feline felicity ferrari
unsound performance...no parliament
irene irene irene
recorded rhetoric off the tape
penn sound is guerilla
in disguise
carlos bourne's arch enemy
robyn my counsellor
is the law
Taj Bakery Juhu Lane
Early morning three am
when butcher shop shanty shingles
sleeps in blood
Barbers just gave last fifteen haircuts
Tandoor warm with chana and rotis
mutton in the air
a small durgah that protects
drugs sold
a temple on the mountains
as people rest by the side
when butcher shop shanty shingles
sleeps in blood
Barbers just gave last fifteen haircuts
Tandoor warm with chana and rotis
mutton in the air
a small durgah that protects
drugs sold
a temple on the mountains
as people rest by the side
Chinese roofs in Bombay
Million pigeons fill the mahalaxmi temple
grams thrown
brown tiled roofs
a TV antanea juts here and there
dimple strawberry milkshakes
grams thrown
brown tiled roofs
a TV antanea juts here and there
dimple strawberry milkshakes
cat found
in a small home at five when sunlight had a twilight glow
on the water tank we played besides
the river dirty dirty dirty river
trying multiplying tables
as seven dogs, i exaggerate of course
attacked the white kitten
i stoned them as i stoned pigs
it was a cruel thing we did
inhuman too
i regret hitting pigs with bricks
but saved the kitten
dad took a picture of all of us
b/w
we saved the cat and kept it home
as it ran away through the window
to return 7 years later
as it played with me
I woke up in a jolt
in the big open balcony
at 2 in the morning
on the water tank we played besides
the river dirty dirty dirty river
trying multiplying tables
as seven dogs, i exaggerate of course
attacked the white kitten
i stoned them as i stoned pigs
it was a cruel thing we did
inhuman too
i regret hitting pigs with bricks
but saved the kitten
dad took a picture of all of us
b/w
we saved the cat and kept it home
as it ran away through the window
to return 7 years later
as it played with me
I woke up in a jolt
in the big open balcony
at 2 in the morning
floral board blue
i ironed my shirt today
after a failed attempt two decades ago
when i lost my first wrist watch
and lost every little thing that mom gave
the raincoat was torn in a fight
over jumping someone else's fence
we were poor
mom was sad
after a failed attempt two decades ago
when i lost my first wrist watch
and lost every little thing that mom gave
the raincoat was torn in a fight
over jumping someone else's fence
we were poor
mom was sad
mom's kitchen
is small. a light filters million specks of dust over primus. fire is uneven
dad's worried.
aluminium containers a tea pot that whistles...chocolate flavoured tea
it's a small house...away from the ostentations of the landlord mansion
left behind in pakistan
it's dark
mom's away
dad's gone
as i take sweet pickle
spread it on roti
since ravi is hungry
spill the jammy pickle under the bed
we are happy today
aunt's gonna be here
a knock as she enters my mom's kitchen
smells the potato pea spicy curry and says,
wow!
dad's worried.
aluminium containers a tea pot that whistles...chocolate flavoured tea
it's a small house...away from the ostentations of the landlord mansion
left behind in pakistan
it's dark
mom's away
dad's gone
as i take sweet pickle
spread it on roti
since ravi is hungry
spill the jammy pickle under the bed
we are happy today
aunt's gonna be here
a knock as she enters my mom's kitchen
smells the potato pea spicy curry and says,
wow!
last night's dream
dead people
grandpa grandma aslam
as i take a crack at venky
a forest by the hillside
as i sit with her
noises filter
is it TV
i take no chances
we run
she picks a cycle
i pick a red one
fix it go.
imtiaz is there for the funeral
grandpa grandma aslam
as i take a crack at venky
a forest by the hillside
as i sit with her
noises filter
is it TV
i take no chances
we run
she picks a cycle
i pick a red one
fix it go.
imtiaz is there for the funeral
Brocolli fries in olive oil
excess virginbake type potato
pompous cats cottom stefii
kitten spca's gift...black white
return
exploring the kitchen
cricket mourns
she returns to book the flight
jared huia glued to tv
small smiley fluffy kittens
snowball cotton
mom calls i here
stare at pink tickets
wallpaper
brocolli smells nice in garlic salt
desktop smiles jj smiles
taste lingers on my lips
papakura makes nocturnal sounds
clinks bottles
drunks amble
brocolli lies for the night
warmth of microwave
the big red coffee mug
a
last life language lies
languish
late led lawless
hugs louisa in his sleep
winter poona is gentle on lust
tender on love...icy on first
we hug
we kiss
we star
in eachothers tragedy
last life language lies
languish
late led lawless
hugs louisa in his sleep
winter poona is gentle on lust
tender on love...icy on first
we hug
we kiss
we star
in eachothers tragedy
cricket kills a coach
cricket kills a coach
cricket flies fields
cricket seeks glory
cricket goes gory
cricket gently sleeps
cicadas sing
cricket flies fields
cricket seeks glory
cricket goes gory
cricket gently sleeps
cicadas sing
masks spoke their own language
we did not recognise each other
happy as hammer reiterated
parnel still shakes
and she far away
earth shatters a cry from last life
suneal save me
helpless as tyger on banks of nile
you wash into amazon
anacondas fire colour breathes red
i cry i shake under the mask
masks keep us from recognition
masks speak their own language
happy as hammer reiterated
parnel still shakes
and she far away
earth shatters a cry from last life
suneal save me
helpless as tyger on banks of nile
you wash into amazon
anacondas fire colour breathes red
i cry i shake under the mask
masks keep us from recognition
masks speak their own language
enchiladas at new yorker
opp south bombay sands
took a malabar hill gujarati turn
the jains have attacked...beans sweet
hiral was there. mustard...pepper
baked killer potatoes
dimple was there and i hungry
a capricorn loves you forever
now sweetened and I'm pissed off
float has vanilla on coke
but the bite the acid the chilli is lost
neha has gone
new york
took a malabar hill gujarati turn
the jains have attacked...beans sweet
hiral was there. mustard...pepper
baked killer potatoes
dimple was there and i hungry
a capricorn loves you forever
now sweetened and I'm pissed off
float has vanilla on coke
but the bite the acid the chilli is lost
neha has gone
new york
a plane quacks over west auckland
outside a hedge window
where pat shot a possum
swift arrow fast easy death
adam plays down at the slopes
a stranger is hidden in the bush
a brook slights slightly unsightly
stranger apprehended. charged
bed bounces over male magazines
veggie crunchie bulby toppers
massey has fire dogs chasing ball
silent conversation with sensai
about life after-life karate mobile phones
sheryl seems smooth silky beautiful
plane turns at piha like a cab to bond and bond
turner paramount on my mind. turns leaves
mom seeks death. i'm needed home. flight center
attacks malaysia with speed and vengeance
i sleep lightly for twin towers. Emma missed again
where pat shot a possum
swift arrow fast easy death
adam plays down at the slopes
a stranger is hidden in the bush
a brook slights slightly unsightly
stranger apprehended. charged
bed bounces over male magazines
veggie crunchie bulby toppers
massey has fire dogs chasing ball
silent conversation with sensai
about life after-life karate mobile phones
sheryl seems smooth silky beautiful
plane turns at piha like a cab to bond and bond
turner paramount on my mind. turns leaves
mom seeks death. i'm needed home. flight center
attacks malaysia with speed and vengeance
i sleep lightly for twin towers. Emma missed again
seeing you in the gray walls
tane shoves you in
as i argue with an english dame
nervous
loud
heat increases
i leave waiting for e in another room
parnell is shining light
tigre's burns
as i argue with an english dame
nervous
loud
heat increases
i leave waiting for e in another room
parnell is shining light
tigre's burns
maa what's that
a drunk man in the gutter.
temple bells go
jain gods almost you know
dad made mom cry
in pai nagar
i edged my elbow
fighting to bat with younger brother
cop's drunk
sand piles on the chowki
too much bournvita in my milk
i hurt my eyes with rubber band
premila is kind
dad's macho
hatred was a slow venom
temple bells go
jain gods almost you know
dad made mom cry
in pai nagar
i edged my elbow
fighting to bat with younger brother
cop's drunk
sand piles on the chowki
too much bournvita in my milk
i hurt my eyes with rubber band
premila is kind
dad's macho
hatred was a slow venom
factory bread
northern india where pakistanis fled
a wheat granary made of black stone
like the 'clean' church wall
look at the church wall it's clean
coward ran from beef lasagne
as grandma the other one send us out
for bread. dad was angry all the way to gwalior fort
hidden princess' pools...a headache carved out of southern stone
don't look at me my stone's clean
the yashica b/w camera is on a slow motion as dad gets in
too much salt
i love in my rice and dal
has cummin and corriander
i like ice creams
in a zoo
i like my face
on a stone tiger
holding its jaws
with hands and legs
small govt. chains
bind the mughal forts
ghosts come ghosts go
a wheat granary made of black stone
like the 'clean' church wall
look at the church wall it's clean
coward ran from beef lasagne
as grandma the other one send us out
for bread. dad was angry all the way to gwalior fort
hidden princess' pools...a headache carved out of southern stone
don't look at me my stone's clean
the yashica b/w camera is on a slow motion as dad gets in
too much salt
i love in my rice and dal
has cummin and corriander
i like ice creams
in a zoo
i like my face
on a stone tiger
holding its jaws
with hands and legs
small govt. chains
bind the mughal forts
ghosts come ghosts go
simulation
to be great one must have something
anything
common with an all time great
anything
common with an all time great
i like stars and damn bill for taking them away
in 1997 after 3.1 showed them like hansolo's pride
missed them when dirty dog dug the whole wall
came back
in 2000 they
as i opened my windows
to the stargates
20th Floor
sample time, music, kiss! kids
Kshatriya warriors seek to be understood
snap a sound
kill a photo
blackberry big tree
too many trees exit
interviews red blue jasmine
ice tea
Kshatriya warriors seek to be understood
snap a sound
kill a photo
blackberry big tree
too many trees exit
interviews red blue jasmine
ice tea
20th benchless
san mao is a goat lost in a ram
of a life
start translatinf ugly unmade beds
each crease is a language
someone graffitied house of god
get a broom Jpeg the void
of a life
start translatinf ugly unmade beds
each crease is a language
someone graffitied house of god
get a broom Jpeg the void
20th first bench
my bedroom window wears a broken glass
in translate apparel
my house number is 5
a distrust is goats sensitive broken charm
alarm
i like going to auckland museum
in translate apparel
my house number is 5
a distrust is goats sensitive broken charm
alarm
i like going to auckland museum
20th almost second bench
OCR changes code
translate creates interest
we need a translator to get over strata
How are we doing for time?
flash ideas
in a flash
translate creates interest
we need a translator to get over strata
How are we doing for time?
flash ideas
in a flash
tired eyes
wearing a sack
20th closer still to first bench
glaring simplicity is astounding beauty
I may say 7
777 times
111 times
too many...ends Translate
I may say 7
777 times
111 times
too many...ends Translate
20th closer bench
ape oh straw fee (P)
dependancy
fork in pants
Famous 5 Kirrin Isle
George by rights
Copywronged
Lost glacier
Alive and Well
dependancy
fork in pants
Famous 5 Kirrin Isle
George by rights
Copywronged
Lost glacier
Alive and Well
20th mid bench
green writing instrument
i need eyes
rain is fire
paper boats sink
black eyes sink in stars
sink in
blackness
radio rains bullets
flowers mile buddha
southern thailand
links - colourful - go
nowhere
may your ear not here
gift bounces like an orange sun
i need eyes
rain is fire
paper boats sink
black eyes sink in stars
sink in
blackness
radio rains bullets
flowers mile buddha
southern thailand
links - colourful - go
nowhere
may your ear not here
gift bounces like an orange sun
20th last bench
Long lost NZ poet
deep, south
young lives again as old
digital culture
hippie 60's syringe woodstalk
recuperating - giving back!
consulted by a skeleton
owned by ghosts
deep, south
young lives again as old
digital culture
hippie 60's syringe woodstalk
recuperating - giving back!
consulted by a skeleton
owned by ghosts
Roman warriors knock stone doors
snipers dance on muslim (BBC for moslem) graves
your arab robe's gone
train chuggs
you pass me a look
at takinini new market and papatoe
fields go
weeds grow
graffiti bites NZ
venom of a viper
wheat houses
stray horses
sylvia park sparkles
your black eyes
pretend to look away
bounce back like an old rubber
cricket ball
you pass me a look
at takinini new market and papatoe
fields go
weeds grow
graffiti bites NZ
venom of a viper
wheat houses
stray horses
sylvia park sparkles
your black eyes
pretend to look away
bounce back like an old rubber
cricket ball
Kids at Takanini Station
yellow dolphin
dirty dolphin
jealous dolphin
rings of satan
jaw dolphin
moth ball
lover
porcupine
ash kisser
class licker
the combined
intelligence
of small minds
archie has you sided
puke dolphin
kill thyself
falling on helpless tourists
black green yellow
silly silly silly dolphin
combined with pubic head porcupine
donkey kisser
suicide squad
dirty dolphin
jealous dolphin
rings of satan
jaw dolphin
moth ball
lover
porcupine
ash kisser
class licker
the combined
intelligence
of small minds
archie has you sided
puke dolphin
kill thyself
falling on helpless tourists
black green yellow
silly silly silly dolphin
combined with pubic head porcupine
donkey kisser
suicide squad
2005 - written verbally at translate
mikki's pa was dying of cancer
high on adrenalin we took to the streets
bombay streets...dust heat people at midnight
the kindergarten policeman with a flat foot
and thick moustache that i pulled
i was drunk
he forgives me...even understands
he was drunk too
we are the greatest democracy
as i took to the street
waved stopped a bus
driver's drunk too
but accidents dont happen
just small kisses
at 4 miles an hour
traffic jams at midnight
you have your whiskey
i have my adrenalin
we both are drunk
love and poetry
high on adrenalin we took to the streets
bombay streets...dust heat people at midnight
the kindergarten policeman with a flat foot
and thick moustache that i pulled
i was drunk
he forgives me...even understands
he was drunk too
we are the greatest democracy
as i took to the street
waved stopped a bus
driver's drunk too
but accidents dont happen
just small kisses
at 4 miles an hour
traffic jams at midnight
you have your whiskey
i have my adrenalin
we both are drunk
love and poetry
moonlit kisses on a secret beach near mission bay
on blue windy nights
as love stumbles...falls
peace is out of fortune
i think of you
the regret is not why you broke my heart
the sorrow is you took a long time in doing so
too many people to ask who obliterated my heart
your name tops the list
a story b est left for another day
fatique at takinini
shakes a leg
on an empty thirteen year old station
smoking pee at nine thirteen
glares taunts
shows the finger
"what are you looking at?"
kids growing in a pc
country
throwing concrete over motorways
on an empty thirteen year old station
smoking pee at nine thirteen
glares taunts
shows the finger
"what are you looking at?"
kids growing in a pc
country
throwing concrete over motorways
Mongolian Hyde
Sahara...a chili
wind thrown
to American Spain
This women comes from my dreams
goes to my dreams
green is the chili and fried the beans
on a moonlit cactus coated tequila night
god knows what that taste like but
smells good
Brown a rich tan like the colour on the wall
the sands are dry...pepsi bleeds
this women lives my dream!
fry a piece of singing cactus
as coyote sings to a lonely notorius moon
ash and ash in sands in a can with us
tears touch Chinese souls
confusing confuscious
sun in a can on a van
Hungry Bird In Rainy Forests
holding hands under a lifeless moon
blue rivers
the camel's are hungry
the camel's are food
drop by drop
drop
by drop
drop
by
drop
sahara dries
love's heart grows
jesus' faith moves mustard mountains
Irene books story
a mild yoke
wind thrown
to American Spain
This women comes from my dreams
goes to my dreams
green is the chili and fried the beans
on a moonlit cactus coated tequila night
god knows what that taste like but
smells good
Brown a rich tan like the colour on the wall
the sands are dry...pepsi bleeds
this women lives my dream!
fry a piece of singing cactus
as coyote sings to a lonely notorius moon
ash and ash in sands in a can with us
tears touch Chinese souls
confusing confuscious
sun in a can on a van
Hungry Bird In Rainy Forests
holding hands under a lifeless moon
blue rivers
the camel's are hungry
the camel's are food
drop by drop
drop
by drop
drop
by
drop
sahara dries
love's heart grows
jesus' faith moves mustard mountains
Irene books story
a mild yoke
Cold Night
green count dark down in cold winter
breathing smoke
flashtubelights
your smile is trivial
real
beautiful
Leonine
we notice eachother
your eyes hurt
my smile hurts
I drive off
with my flatmate
your questions
float in the thick air
its 9:21 not 10:21
breathing smoke
flashtubelights
your smile is trivial
real
beautiful
Leonine
we notice eachother
your eyes hurt
my smile hurts
I drive off
with my flatmate
your questions
float in the thick air
its 9:21 not 10:21
Running
Running on the footpath
Running from the grave
Running to the churches
Running across queen
down down down
goes the accelerator
whistles light tunnel
a maori door opens
into the coal faded room
light bridges birds
tunnels runners
no seat belts
forty two winks
old bridges
new bridges
gone stations
new manurewaits
takinini butters chicken
for a slightly new death
in an old fashioned way
artificial is colour
natural is passion
Running from the grave
Running to the churches
Running across queen
down down down
goes the accelerator
whistles light tunnel
a maori door opens
into the coal faded room
light bridges birds
tunnels runners
no seat belts
forty two winks
old bridges
new bridges
gone stations
new manurewaits
takinini butters chicken
for a slightly new death
in an old fashioned way
artificial is colour
natural is passion
self hatred is the new
love
brought on by white chalks
blinded by false friendship
which
like weed destroys everything
mutilates poetry
dehumanises help
that you offer
a heroes sacrifice
that turns friends into jealous foes
you can't touch us
dont wanna
be a christian
would rather be be a paradise
seeking terrorist
brought on by white chalks
blinded by false friendship
which
like weed destroys everything
mutilates poetry
dehumanises help
that you offer
a heroes sacrifice
that turns friends into jealous foes
you can't touch us
dont wanna
be a christian
would rather be be a paradise
seeking terrorist
dark castles may flowers
seen on odd stormy nights...a rain from nowhere
flooding the now here
she walks silently the duchess fair
an ancient mystery
a bond on frozen seas
as rafts will save
and rafts will crash
the silence of the foreigner
i saw you walking into the cellar
like a lady in white candle in hand
searching and lost
lost and lost
searching and yearning
flooding the now here
she walks silently the duchess fair
an ancient mystery
a bond on frozen seas
as rafts will save
and rafts will crash
the silence of the foreigner
i saw you walking into the cellar
like a lady in white candle in hand
searching and lost
lost and lost
searching and yearning
the hospital
don't laugh at strangers
stops industrial estates
with an iron grip on buses
in ancient china with sikhs, angelina
jolie's pop...stay away...vicious
bite on the hand
run but he will follow you
call the cops...scream help
something somewhere gotta give
stops industrial estates
with an iron grip on buses
in ancient china with sikhs, angelina
jolie's pop...stay away...vicious
bite on the hand
run but he will follow you
call the cops...scream help
something somewhere gotta give
Just one question
did you
think
of me
today?>>>>>
I foiled romantic expectation
san mao rushes to sahara
'the dependable' yellow
link goes dead
think
of me
today?>>>>>
I foiled romantic expectation
san mao rushes to sahara
'the dependable' yellow
link goes dead
Miner's blow
Neurotic Nuclear
Japan shines
Christmas songs
children go along
elongate
candle burns wax
wax burns bikini
the Island!
castle rock banana benches
middlemore sidelined...new lynn gone old and grey lynn
typewriter killed my favourite blue mosquito a fly with flying colour
san Mao flies to spain. We need a translator to go to the higher strata
popcorn at twelve...popping orange, red yellow...Huia is here
word pictures...who stole my cheese? Miss Higgins where's I?
In an ecological maze..where book better than a movie
singing
dancing
carrying a broom
you catch my I
Carlos is an assassin
typewriter killed my favourite blue mosquito a fly with flying colour
san Mao flies to spain. We need a translator to go to the higher strata
popcorn at twelve...popping orange, red yellow...Huia is here
word pictures...who stole my cheese? Miss Higgins where's I?
In an ecological maze..where book better than a movie
singing
dancing
carrying a broom
you catch my I
Carlos is an assassin
Khartoum here
You cannot change Jihan's life.
or Nora Jones'....all the stuff from rajastan
all the block prints and the cushins bedsheets and all
house furnishings
o kurtis skirts
all khadi looking
stuff. marwah prints.
employs 300 villages. earth will happen
till end of april i have just lost the car .
amer rejected the embassy
a smart lady officer. divorce certificate
send the ticket for the children to visit sudan
i lost one brother to a copy of the divorce papers
embassy
objection letter works with betty
i should go to dubai
an answer from darren
or Nora Jones'....all the stuff from rajastan
all the block prints and the cushins bedsheets and all
house furnishings
o kurtis skirts
all khadi looking
stuff. marwah prints.
employs 300 villages. earth will happen
till end of april i have just lost the car .
amer rejected the embassy
a smart lady officer. divorce certificate
send the ticket for the children to visit sudan
i lost one brother to a copy of the divorce papers
embassy
objection letter works with betty
i should go to dubai
an answer from darren
mara pappa tari mammi karta sara chhe
I comb your hair as holi's passed
colours bring summers in Gujarat
You remember mom but don't miss her. you tell me.
you tell your school friends with unnegotiable pride
"my dad
is better
than your mom and dad
put together."
You scream when I talk on the phone,
go to law garden and kankaria
the dry rock pond
I tie your ponytail with red ribbon
crying for
undivided attention
mom killed herself
I talk to female hairdresser
learn new girl styles
colours bring summers in Gujarat
You remember mom but don't miss her. you tell me.
you tell your school friends with unnegotiable pride
"my dad
is better
than your mom and dad
put together."
You scream when I talk on the phone,
go to law garden and kankaria
the dry rock pond
I tie your ponytail with red ribbon
crying for
undivided attention
mom killed herself
I talk to female hairdresser
learn new girl styles
crying clouds
did they weep when neha leaves
on the lotus leaf on black beach sands
white crosses dead near the navy's portugal church
fort connected to the sea, the fish...gretchan grutches our peeves
well and countless sunny specks as grains fly spectacular did they grieve
bhavin walks fast and toughens up...st francis black slopping tar under
pipal tree small lanes with small shops, boiled eggs temple's dead pond
just lotus...gorai breeze at the marshes as English book would like them
Famous 5 and Wuthering Heights - the swamps tell a tiger tale
a lust that is powerful...is it Irene? Is it love?
clouds shine
on the lotus leaf on black beach sands
white crosses dead near the navy's portugal church
fort connected to the sea, the fish...gretchan grutches our peeves
well and countless sunny specks as grains fly spectacular did they grieve
bhavin walks fast and toughens up...st francis black slopping tar under
pipal tree small lanes with small shops, boiled eggs temple's dead pond
just lotus...gorai breeze at the marshes as English book would like them
Famous 5 and Wuthering Heights - the swamps tell a tiger tale
a lust that is powerful...is it Irene? Is it love?
clouds shine
two rupee tongas
before the rickshaws came in
horses eat hay with jaggery
never turning but once
at the milk dairies
where blue tubelights zap
black mosquitoes
dolcha hanuman temple
yoga in the park
birds sing like cicadas
bats sleep
horses eat hay with jaggery
never turning but once
at the milk dairies
where blue tubelights zap
black mosquitoes
dolcha hanuman temple
yoga in the park
birds sing like cicadas
bats sleep
green boxes run sun run
trains...boxes...trolley...traffic...hole room
spilled coffee
safety shoes
counting a new down
eleven sixty one times
spilled coffee
safety shoes
counting a new down
eleven sixty one times
black bulb blasts
4.30 is not a ghostly hour
kitchen has old ancient phases
shadowing against lights
peace is mine
irene walks rain
south african ugly hate
kitchen has old ancient phases
shadowing against lights
peace is mine
irene walks rain
south african ugly hate
oh Australia
I want to visit your beautiful shores
and the red desert of walkabouts
the aborigines that are half dead
I need to be safe from your
creepy crawlies, snakes, sea creatures
and any red neck son of a bitch
i can avoid and return to A
and the red desert of walkabouts
the aborigines that are half dead
I need to be safe from your
creepy crawlies, snakes, sea creatures
and any red neck son of a bitch
i can avoid and return to A
iran accents kiwi town
a scarf two pretty eyes a smile from paradise
arabian nights the falls of persia urdu ghazals
softly dew touches a desert from blue eyes
a candle
a shamiana
a masha allah
a kashish
a kashmkash
iran gently wakes
to the song of the love bird
arabian nights the falls of persia urdu ghazals
softly dew touches a desert from blue eyes
a candle
a shamiana
a masha allah
a kashish
a kashmkash
iran gently wakes
to the song of the love bird
sun is spilling bouncing crying
out loud
the waterfountains know it as
they sing loud with the birds...sea gulls
aotea is brilliant under the sun
catching colour head on and bouncing
did i say bouncing twice
its just me
intoxicated
why should drinkers be intoxicated
why not me
it's democracy
concrete on motorway democracy
i said that twice
and twice thrice
the art monument
has a poet cleaning the glass door
and a bitch with a great ass
all bitches own great asses
animal humanity unity democracy
the crying girl deserves an ice cream
burger king is filled
with grease and hungry smiles
albert park
Irene park water falls park
lovers park
cambridge kingdom
clock tower tornado
singers park
taichi park
murray was a revelation
and liz smiles through fire alarms
no names she will kill you
pronouns no nouns please
denounce nouns
renounce nouns
life writing is here
bouncing from roskill to ymca to papakura
it was grey in the morning
weeping sobbing howling (ginsberg verb)
grey
and lo
its grey again
but the sun and the hug from kim
and the bitch at gallery and a poet and painter
working as a glass washer
made my decade.
the waterfountains know it as
they sing loud with the birds...sea gulls
aotea is brilliant under the sun
catching colour head on and bouncing
did i say bouncing twice
its just me
intoxicated
why should drinkers be intoxicated
why not me
it's democracy
concrete on motorway democracy
i said that twice
and twice thrice
the art monument
has a poet cleaning the glass door
and a bitch with a great ass
all bitches own great asses
animal humanity unity democracy
the crying girl deserves an ice cream
burger king is filled
with grease and hungry smiles
albert park
Irene park water falls park
lovers park
cambridge kingdom
clock tower tornado
singers park
taichi park
murray was a revelation
and liz smiles through fire alarms
no names she will kill you
pronouns no nouns please
denounce nouns
renounce nouns
life writing is here
bouncing from roskill to ymca to papakura
it was grey in the morning
weeping sobbing howling (ginsberg verb)
grey
and lo
its grey again
but the sun and the hug from kim
and the bitch at gallery and a poet and painter
working as a glass washer
made my decade.
Cold misty morning
cool
drop
dusty
moon
faded
fickle
dark
nice
early
cloud
papakura
papatoetoe
one
stage
wiri
lost
red
warehouse
chooog
choog
can't sit school kids
New market
colour
shine
tunnel
lights
red
golden
green
dark
bright
Britomart
Stop Larissa
WMD - I ashes
they found a needle which
if hit in the right spot
can kill
and since
there were millions of needles
in the sewing factory
if hit in the right spot
can kill
and since
there were millions of needles
in the sewing factory
they are technically
weapons of mass destruction
caffeine (in tune of coccaine)
if u wanna get up
papa kura
caffeine
if u wanna take the
early morning train
you go on
you go hard
you go soft caffeine
if you wanna do eight papers
insane
if you are drow see
last night's rain and pain
love goes on
hate is fun
just open
caffeine
papa kura
caffeine
if u wanna take the
early morning train
you go on
you go hard
you go soft caffeine
if you wanna do eight papers
insane
if you are drow see
last night's rain and pain
love goes on
hate is fun
just open
caffeine
may
you will always remain the goddess
of my dreams that i am too scared to touch lest
it goes...you were true to your index finger
that itself nurses my wounds
you were a walker and someone that escalated
every emotion in my stormy passionate devonport fire night
you are the new moon that volcanoes blood
you tame the werewolf in me
just one look makes me cherished love and cared for
you are the hidden angel behind my motivation
for every action
you are pole star across the deserts to Jerusalem
smile and my kingdom will collapse
under thy fight...my lady fair
of my dreams that i am too scared to touch lest
it goes...you were true to your index finger
that itself nurses my wounds
you were a walker and someone that escalated
every emotion in my stormy passionate devonport fire night
you are the new moon that volcanoes blood
you tame the werewolf in me
just one look makes me cherished love and cared for
you are the hidden angel behind my motivation
for every action
you are pole star across the deserts to Jerusalem
smile and my kingdom will collapse
under thy fight...my lady fair
dad
don't get me wrong but I admired you
The way you looked and your hair that never
receded like your sprite
and i guess i even loved you
you were a great artist a photographer
of great repute
a goodlooking bloke that alcohol
avenged with a paunch
now i know where mine comes from
you were cool always young like the Nicholas
movie...and you even looked like the emperor
of hindi films
and i did not care when you left at five
you know I'm not too much into male company
not someone that tells me what to do
I have made the same mistakes as you
may be my son
if I have one will not cremate me
blocking my chance of nirvana
and heaven
and cycle will be complete
vengeance thine
The way you looked and your hair that never
receded like your sprite
and i guess i even loved you
you were a great artist a photographer
of great repute
a goodlooking bloke that alcohol
avenged with a paunch
now i know where mine comes from
you were cool always young like the Nicholas
movie...and you even looked like the emperor
of hindi films
and i did not care when you left at five
you know I'm not too much into male company
not someone that tells me what to do
I have made the same mistakes as you
may be my son
if I have one will not cremate me
blocking my chance of nirvana
and heaven
and cycle will be complete
vengeance thine
distant harbour lights
as you evade my eyes
shining like a jungle night
amazon flourescent green
snakes and carnivourus trees
but you felt it aah! I mean aye
as I lost the article, noun, adverb and adjectives
you felt it
I saw it in your eyes - denied
shining like a jungle night
amazon flourescent green
snakes and carnivourus trees
but you felt it aah! I mean aye
as I lost the article, noun, adverb and adjectives
you felt it
I saw it in your eyes - denied
crumbing stars
in my palms
jingle jonter jojo
you came clean
in my dreams
going through motions
dolphins dance
tree trance
don't throw the ace
undermining the challenge
Mr. Varma
jingle jonter jojo
you came clean
in my dreams
going through motions
dolphins dance
tree trance
don't throw the ace
undermining the challenge
Mr. Varma
without the other person saying a word
if we did not understand
what were we doing in
eachothers arms within
few hours
what were we doing in
eachothers arms within
few hours
The Truth
is not too
much
to ask for
your scales
lie
your venus lies
its the crab that lies
bows miss
the truth
but
truth is
my first love
my
only
true
love
much
to ask for
your scales
lie
your venus lies
its the crab that lies
bows miss
the truth
but
truth is
my first love
my
only
true
love
you said
your heart was divided into two
you said...you are fair
I'm only fair in the sunlight
you said...you don't
that's all i care
as i jump the fence
fix the lens
near sightedness is a sad game
green on a hot day
cicada's sing...sparrows sing
gulls sream...frogs dream
you said...I said
we said
who knows who cares
you said...you are fair
I'm only fair in the sunlight
you said...you don't
that's all i care
as i jump the fence
fix the lens
near sightedness is a sad game
green on a hot day
cicada's sing...sparrows sing
gulls sream...frogs dream
you said...I said
we said
who knows who cares
on krishna terrace
jj architecture meets new mirinda
bombay meets vrindavan
black monkeys
red monkeys
nathdwara the door to the lord
an ancient hill has shiva
rest is desert freezing at five
we push up
strength of mirchi wada
bhavin passes
cheloo engaged
electric shocks at touch
water sparse...udaipur near
women bathing in the pools
rome is not dead yet
bombay meets vrindavan
black monkeys
red monkeys
nathdwara the door to the lord
an ancient hill has shiva
rest is desert freezing at five
we push up
strength of mirchi wada
bhavin passes
cheloo engaged
electric shocks at touch
water sparse...udaipur near
women bathing in the pools
rome is not dead yet
pinto is grinding bhang
twelve shimmers in the heart of the city
stock exchange gone
air india building gone
sea rock gone
pinto explodes
it's a curse
pinky gone'
a dowry curse
as a few terrorists find paradise
as broken bangles
of a future bride
collide with under-aged love
stock exchange gone
air india building gone
sea rock gone
pinto explodes
it's a curse
pinky gone'
a dowry curse
as a few terrorists find paradise
as broken bangles
of a future bride
collide with under-aged love
that's my blood irene
Not for you on the egyptian tombs
nor for cleo to hear and feel
journey has began
you await me on otherside of arabia
legend is me...fairy tales you
roses are mine splashed on this tablet
nor for cleo to hear and feel
journey has began
you await me on otherside of arabia
legend is me...fairy tales you
roses are mine splashed on this tablet
holi as the fire rises
charcoal embers as fireflies
women in bright orange green red gold
circle pouring water around
dry coconuts thriwn in
last day of winter
mozzies die...
a cold balloon bursts back
exams near
pickle chutney grapes in the air
women in bright orange green red gold
circle pouring water around
dry coconuts thriwn in
last day of winter
mozzies die...
a cold balloon bursts back
exams near
pickle chutney grapes in the air
Realise
Realise as the sun goes down
Realise as you bite Higgins
Realise as the stars walk
Realise as the moon's truant
Realise what I mean to you
Realise what you mean to me
Realise as tears roll by
Realise as mountains scream
Realise as orange strays
Realise as albert slants
Realise I love you
Realise you love me
Realise as you bite Higgins
Realise as the stars walk
Realise as the moon's truant
Realise what I mean to you
Realise what you mean to me
Realise as tears roll by
Realise as mountains scream
Realise as orange strays
Realise as albert slants
Realise I love you
Realise you love me
splashing colours
round building
seema’s boob’s
dimple’s heart
mumta’s soul
neha’s shadow
hiral’s hunt
round stairs
nihar’s jealous
Loy Chacko ruined
madhav strings guitar on terrace
sea wolves are we? songs
evenings terrace
sunset terrace
napolean’s platform
krishna terrace
gulmohur terrace
baking juhu gali bread
as banana seller sells
fly infested fruit
using his turban cloth
to deflect swarming army
hair cut is cheap
seema’s boob’s
dimple’s heart
mumta’s soul
neha’s shadow
hiral’s hunt
round stairs
nihar’s jealous
Loy Chacko ruined
madhav strings guitar on terrace
sea wolves are we? songs
evenings terrace
sunset terrace
napolean’s platform
krishna terrace
gulmohur terrace
baking juhu gali bread
as banana seller sells
fly infested fruit
using his turban cloth
to deflect swarming army
hair cut is cheap
Gutsy red flowers
holi is here
gasoline mixes with red pigment
looking for fast colours
marwadis put on head
geeta hides stares
pipes are out
drums are down
people soak
marijuana with milk
wooden boards
cauliflower dry
burning slowly
incestuously is holi
natalie fire…sanchita ice
red hot burning iron sheet
where’s kiwi? it’s iwi…
gasoline mixes with red pigment
looking for fast colours
marwadis put on head
geeta hides stares
pipes are out
drums are down
people soak
marijuana with milk
wooden boards
cauliflower dry
burning slowly
incestuously is holi
natalie fire…sanchita ice
red hot burning iron sheet
where’s kiwi? it’s iwi…
brother you and I
we acted out scenes
shopkeeper
customer
we fought for bat
and ball
played cricket in graveyards
as goats ate the grass
you eat me and I will eat you
you looked like simran
she looks like you
I ate my first fish
when I was five
drawing on slate
rains cartoons
and garamond A
tried to blow out cigarettes
rolled newspapers for a smoke
as tired eyes searched for Irene
guts I possessed to throw a jandal
at the rough mawaali
pinky frankee danger dogs
ymca showers too powerful
like the wind in papakura
elk jumps the lights
you lost it in the thesaurus
but where were we?
Oh childhood’s first diary
By the pond floats lotus
gamblers play
drifting through rin tin tin
snowy dies in planet big oranges
somewhere there’s Irene
where’s Irene?
shopkeeper
customer
we fought for bat
and ball
played cricket in graveyards
as goats ate the grass
you eat me and I will eat you
you looked like simran
she looks like you
I ate my first fish
when I was five
drawing on slate
rains cartoons
and garamond A
tried to blow out cigarettes
rolled newspapers for a smoke
as tired eyes searched for Irene
guts I possessed to throw a jandal
at the rough mawaali
pinky frankee danger dogs
ymca showers too powerful
like the wind in papakura
elk jumps the lights
you lost it in the thesaurus
but where were we?
Oh childhood’s first diary
By the pond floats lotus
gamblers play
drifting through rin tin tin
snowy dies in planet big oranges
somewhere there’s Irene
where’s Irene?
manakau lights
out of toilet window
i see distant manakau lights
dressed as a woman
nine nights fancy
bulsar jennifer durgah's mujavar
steel bends hollow
gold chain on sands
cycles fly
started writing biography at nine
ajit pleased brought poetry
to my soul unrhyming
pine thorns on black sands
standing on the ledge
blood on floor
irene's a chapter
pigloo is in love
south african dream
did i do it?
stitch back back
from nylon chair
for national jungles
panthers there
tigers there
leopards there
blue sky fox
and billion mosquitoes
by a dry bank
launderers river
where axe was a picnic
that stole dum aloo
mohan's recipe
i see distant manakau lights
dressed as a woman
nine nights fancy
bulsar jennifer durgah's mujavar
steel bends hollow
gold chain on sands
cycles fly
started writing biography at nine
ajit pleased brought poetry
to my soul unrhyming
pine thorns on black sands
standing on the ledge
blood on floor
irene's a chapter
pigloo is in love
south african dream
did i do it?
stitch back back
from nylon chair
for national jungles
panthers there
tigers there
leopards there
blue sky fox
and billion mosquitoes
by a dry bank
launderers river
where axe was a picnic
that stole dum aloo
mohan's recipe
Delhi 70’s
Kanta’s garlic breast on chandni chowk terrace
Moonlit terrace and boiling burning Dettol water
Eggs boiled with pepper salt and laurel and hardy
In Gwalior trains. Taj, Delhi fort, Huge Mughal Chains
Spicy sev at Ajmerish Kota. And ST buses through Chambal
The land of dacoits. A poor cousin child labourer
Worked in a cycle shop. Loved us. Shanker
Pappu dead. The fried dal dry in plastic pack. 25 paise
Pinjraghar where poor animals were locked up
And dad slapped me for choosing ice cream over jal jeera
Lions mouth pictures lost. Small lanes light blue shorts
Parsee Diwali. A firecracker burnt my sole. Sweets robbed
Pigeons fly over Ahmedabad, Gwalior fort and caves…
Moonlit terrace and boiling burning Dettol water
Eggs boiled with pepper salt and laurel and hardy
In Gwalior trains. Taj, Delhi fort, Huge Mughal Chains
Spicy sev at Ajmerish Kota. And ST buses through Chambal
The land of dacoits. A poor cousin child labourer
Worked in a cycle shop. Loved us. Shanker
Pappu dead. The fried dal dry in plastic pack. 25 paise
Pinjraghar where poor animals were locked up
And dad slapped me for choosing ice cream over jal jeera
Lions mouth pictures lost. Small lanes light blue shorts
Parsee Diwali. A firecracker burnt my sole. Sweets robbed
Pigeons fly over Ahmedabad, Gwalior fort and caves…
My little baby
The kind of feeling I have is strange and strong
My little baby
Lost in the Sahara onion market
My little baby
Sleeping soundlessly in my arms
Trying to sort me out
Trying to love me clean
Trying to pass her English stage III papers
My little baby
My little baby
Lost in the Sahara onion market
My little baby
Sleeping soundlessly in my arms
Trying to sort me out
Trying to love me clean
Trying to pass her English stage III papers
My little baby
Pramukhjini Pol
Ahmedabad has tar roads full of cows
Vasant shows shaan and million po(r)ls
Snake like. Vadilal ice cream
Billion kites. Ashapura colony
Duplex red doors laal darwaaja
Scooters rickshaws rising black sands
Riots where
Vasant shows shaan and million po(r)ls
Snake like. Vadilal ice cream
Billion kites. Ashapura colony
Duplex red doors laal darwaaja
Scooters rickshaws rising black sands
Riots where
egg shell santa
by a hot window shimmering dust
dad in an old lungi
tried hard to please
i was the quiet one
not shy but quiet and strong
phantom's costed a valuable ruppee
i think he loved me more
but anguish
set us apart
the yellow foot ball
and the ping pong gun
and a santa clause with a broken head
hidden in red
how we cried when letters were cut
creating wedding names and dates
an artist had lost his way
amanush
the beard was cotton white
red paper conned
like the cardboard house
and miss rebello would scream
how shameless you art
a few stamps stolen at 11
booch balls for my pace
bulsar's camel trip
to tithal beach
with fried turmeric
potato and thepla
mama walked by chikoo
mango coconut wadis
twisted river waaki bridge
and millions of bright sunday stars
on darkest of samia nights
sandeep's there neha's gone
once upon princess irene
frog race was won
when mom bled
ravi was mad with broom
king of delhi
dahanu trains
flying ranee
like a cool sunset on tracks
adter ahot brown sweaty day
in the indian sun
potato wadas with chilli garlic chutney
dahanu khapoli
sho's shining thighs
waterfalls cools mama's head
now that grand pa is dead.
dad in an old lungi
tried hard to please
i was the quiet one
not shy but quiet and strong
phantom's costed a valuable ruppee
i think he loved me more
but anguish
set us apart
the yellow foot ball
and the ping pong gun
and a santa clause with a broken head
hidden in red
how we cried when letters were cut
creating wedding names and dates
an artist had lost his way
amanush
the beard was cotton white
red paper conned
like the cardboard house
and miss rebello would scream
how shameless you art
a few stamps stolen at 11
booch balls for my pace
bulsar's camel trip
to tithal beach
with fried turmeric
potato and thepla
mama walked by chikoo
mango coconut wadis
twisted river waaki bridge
and millions of bright sunday stars
on darkest of samia nights
sandeep's there neha's gone
once upon princess irene
frog race was won
when mom bled
ravi was mad with broom
king of delhi
dahanu trains
flying ranee
like a cool sunset on tracks
adter ahot brown sweaty day
in the indian sun
potato wadas with chilli garlic chutney
dahanu khapoli
sho's shining thighs
waterfalls cools mama's head
now that grand pa is dead.
Irene = mc2 into a million shining pink hearts
in a circle
signed in green
Illegal on an architect's wall
we
pulsating pulsating
blood's pumping a bottle of coke
and thus 347 began and I will come back as chalk
signed in green
Illegal on an architect's wall
we
pulsating pulsating
blood's pumping a bottle of coke
and thus 347 began and I will come back as chalk
chained in 90 seconds
history sighs symond
no one there
green changed in just 2 years since
2005 that was my life
now gone ancient turned history?
same brown walls
same lights
burned out candles
people change
tigers cross
Joshua's meteors collide
living a hole
no fire just rains
no jemma no jammie
jag no lee
and then the sun comes out...
Joshua says it's a lie...
no one there
green changed in just 2 years since
2005 that was my life
now gone ancient turned history?
same brown walls
same lights
burned out candles
people change
tigers cross
Joshua's meteors collide
living a hole
no fire just rains
no jemma no jammie
jag no lee
and then the sun comes out...
Joshua says it's a lie...
mohtarmaa
your attar is very strong
more powerful than your white veil
protects your dignity from sand
a goddess not a speck of dust
killed in an unseen arabian night
someone thought you'd strayed
oh mother of winds, storms, sons and warrior
you are the clan the woman, the man
the book is wrong you are oasis and paradise
and the breast of virgin women that need respect
as nile needs crocs and africa nile
more powerful than your white veil
protects your dignity from sand
a goddess not a speck of dust
killed in an unseen arabian night
someone thought you'd strayed
oh mother of winds, storms, sons and warrior
you are the clan the woman, the man
the book is wrong you are oasis and paradise
and the breast of virgin women that need respect
as nile needs crocs and africa nile
Neo Perfection
a school boy sits on an aging wall
doing algebra homework and grammer sums
grass has been chopped as chili frogs escape
some snakes play cricket...some dogs rugby
without rules
1979 is a golden year..summer and grey uniforms
green sweaters and wicket keeper's gloves
school boy is a fast bowler
gets yellow card for absence and homeworks
sings Elvis on velvet red curtained stage
gets away with it.
teacher wears a dark black
string spagetti
if there is no black
there is no thing!
doing algebra homework and grammer sums
grass has been chopped as chili frogs escape
some snakes play cricket...some dogs rugby
without rules
1979 is a golden year..summer and grey uniforms
green sweaters and wicket keeper's gloves
school boy is a fast bowler
gets yellow card for absence and homeworks
sings Elvis on velvet red curtained stage
gets away with it.
teacher wears a dark black
string spagetti
if there is no black
there is no thing!
trigger happy chalks
twinkle tiny trigger talks
just fragments of Krd chalks
million mice chase four cheese
she started it all
pulsating…
polished floor
a burning hole in my stomach
caffeine pie....jumping, crying, flying
lying people have changed a leaf
over by an ancient chapel
brown grey black stone
in god we trust...
but does he trust us?
the door's closed...lock secure!
but does he trust us?
illegal razor smiling sabre
words anagram sword
fire a brown girls delight
tabasco with all its mite
fire fire fire fire fire
is it just a sting sings
tiger cross-legged
zebra crossing
different strokes
different greys
a charcoal that an indian kid used
to hopscotch the middle road
middle earth
you attract
you distract
people people
hot sex on streets
and this is the first exercised
pink poem
just fragments of Krd chalks
million mice chase four cheese
she started it all
pulsating…
polished floor
a burning hole in my stomach
caffeine pie....jumping, crying, flying
lying people have changed a leaf
over by an ancient chapel
brown grey black stone
in god we trust...
but does he trust us?
the door's closed...lock secure!
but does he trust us?
illegal razor smiling sabre
words anagram sword
fire a brown girls delight
tabasco with all its mite
fire fire fire fire fire
is it just a sting sings
tiger cross-legged
zebra crossing
different strokes
different greys
a charcoal that an indian kid used
to hopscotch the middle road
middle earth
you attract
you distract
people people
hot sex on streets
and this is the first exercised
pink poem
205
sv343 still innnz
survive the cancer gal
did u get my message?
a call center
met irene
katrina :)
ten the truth
i have asked her out
where are u poona
clear my exams
screw my threating
oh fuck he posed
dirty now the
certificate
scanner
kill him
lot of hassles
you are cool
love is one big illusion...
survived i salute u
u r a fucking cowboy
i hope the agents do well...
health
university
issues sometimes
r u healthy
i have been guilty
walked only to execute
this process work
u r like the farmers of maharashtra
footsoldier my grandfather
in the army at you
but u were in love stupid gal
fat bimbo
my sisters computer... did u say yes for virginity
survive the cancer gal
did u get my message?
a call center
met irene
katrina :)
ten the truth
i have asked her out
where are u poona
clear my exams
screw my threating
oh fuck he posed
dirty now the
certificate
scanner
kill him
lot of hassles
you are cool
love is one big illusion...
survived i salute u
u r a fucking cowboy
i hope the agents do well...
health
university
issues sometimes
r u healthy
i have been guilty
walked only to execute
this process work
u r like the farmers of maharashtra
footsoldier my grandfather
in the army at you
but u were in love stupid gal
fat bimbo
my sisters computer... did u say yes for virginity
one-itus
In a dark corner
of 1800 jungle London
is a one eyed beggar
suffering from oneitus
as opposed to multinudity
picks one flower at a time
for seven years. too much
concentration. intensity
if the horse is dead
Walk
Oneitus is a rare disease
on queen st
albert park
hyde;s grave
sylvia's save
throw it
move on
black clouds on summer days
paralysis on race tracks
tears due to Simpsons
caused by oneitus
Nicholas says
of 1800 jungle London
is a one eyed beggar
suffering from oneitus
as opposed to multinudity
picks one flower at a time
for seven years. too much
concentration. intensity
if the horse is dead
Walk
Oneitus is a rare disease
on queen st
albert park
hyde;s grave
sylvia's save
throw it
move on
black clouds on summer days
paralysis on race tracks
tears due to Simpsons
caused by oneitus
Nicholas says
barley cast good hex
i was fifteen
bleeding like a girl
kidney stoned by tomato gravy
lemon barley set me free
roared like an engine
spitting fire at nine
bleeding like a girl
kidney stoned by tomato gravy
lemon barley set me free
roared like an engine
spitting fire at nine
over heated muncher
snap
branch
crack
twig
weed
cauliflower
brocolli
maple
thorn
poison
satan
ivy
irene
crunch
crack
boom
bamg
grass
weed
hay
soil
sand tar concrete
justin's garden
irena park
all snap
snuggle
snuff
smuggle
shuffle
to the german
chopper
chinese slave
much goes the muncher
branch
crack
twig
weed
cauliflower
brocolli
maple
thorn
poison
satan
ivy
irene
crunch
crack
boom
bamg
grass
weed
hay
soil
sand tar concrete
justin's garden
irena park
all snap
snuggle
snuff
smuggle
shuffle
to the german
chopper
chinese slave
much goes the muncher
summer in 3rd bhoiwada
5 oclock we get up to get milk
as we sleep on coir beds
fun. parsis everywhere
we plan one place go other
eat paubhaji filled with garlic
onions and tomatoes
that's against jainism
watch naseeb...capitol
across victoria terminus
as cousins we were best friends
rats run rampant
and a door closes from 4 to 4.30
a million ways to swami narayan
a mezzanine filled with phantoms
one tintin that i tell chelooo. fan fruit salads
moving day light as Feroz Khan movie hits
lots of mango juice and i hate lady fingers
lots of maanja to fly kites. pink a favourite
cricket with buch ball and cricket indoors
my cousins cycle a i take last round given to me
his shorts and shirts
his love and today his kidney fails
and i need to give him $2000
i know. it bears heavy on my mind
my brother...my best friend
diamond and alkaline
coolies pull handcarts
grandpa reads a book with magnifying glass
as we somersault on ancient
wooden dark brown black stairs
he won't take it but it
weighs heavy on me...
as we sleep on coir beds
fun. parsis everywhere
we plan one place go other
eat paubhaji filled with garlic
onions and tomatoes
that's against jainism
watch naseeb...capitol
across victoria terminus
as cousins we were best friends
rats run rampant
and a door closes from 4 to 4.30
a million ways to swami narayan
a mezzanine filled with phantoms
one tintin that i tell chelooo. fan fruit salads
moving day light as Feroz Khan movie hits
lots of mango juice and i hate lady fingers
lots of maanja to fly kites. pink a favourite
cricket with buch ball and cricket indoors
my cousins cycle a i take last round given to me
his shorts and shirts
his love and today his kidney fails
and i need to give him $2000
i know. it bears heavy on my mind
my brother...my best friend
diamond and alkaline
coolies pull handcarts
grandpa reads a book with magnifying glass
as we somersault on ancient
wooden dark brown black stairs
he won't take it but it
weighs heavy on me...
sleepless hamilton
sleepless rotorua sleepless stars
waitomo caves glowworm our nothing
sleepless tuxedo...sleepless yoghurt
sleepless talks sleepless devil
confusions ires you my irene
waitomo caves glowworm our nothing
sleepless tuxedo...sleepless yoghurt
sleepless talks sleepless devil
confusions ires you my irene
Cicada sing Irish songs
Cricket ish New zEaland
bright sun pours coffee in the room
as justin granny counting last beads
chinese proverbs hit the wall
rice is the new fibre
south auckland skies pilfers diamonds
mormon sleep quietly without alcohol
lamp twists new lights
man is jealous of not fair a chance
ire confused grass ruffled
bus pass moves papakura manakau
otahuhu greenlane
cicadas stubborn
pretending death outsmarting the phoenix
ymca's hot showers empty but somewhere
in a heart Liz smiles
bright sun pours coffee in the room
as justin granny counting last beads
chinese proverbs hit the wall
rice is the new fibre
south auckland skies pilfers diamonds
mormon sleep quietly without alcohol
lamp twists new lights
man is jealous of not fair a chance
ire confused grass ruffled
bus pass moves papakura manakau
otahuhu greenlane
cicadas stubborn
pretending death outsmarting the phoenix
ymca's hot showers empty but somewhere
in a heart Liz smiles
glass rains grains
aluminium prisons
small tvs bleep
you stretch
i can see you
a green leaf
wet yet shy
a distant red
steel stairs
roman architect
holland is the wind mill of gods
you stretch truth love beauty
and other abstract nouns
swords have crossed
emergencies here
rustle rustle leaf leaf
wet mission wet albert wet irene...
small tvs bleep
you stretch
i can see you
a green leaf
wet yet shy
a distant red
steel stairs
roman architect
holland is the wind mill of gods
you stretch truth love beauty
and other abstract nouns
swords have crossed
emergencies here
rustle rustle leaf leaf
wet mission wet albert wet irene...
janitor's philosophy
janitors, cobblers, rickshaw drivers, peons
have a nose for affairs
papaarazzi just pepper with salt
janitors know which tree will bear
rickshaws know who will come back
peons know which boss is stapling who
rustle of papers...secret meetings after six
but him a tea with elachi and double milk and cream
and you have a story.
who should get the poem
which married woman will stray...
who is forever\
peon knows\janitor knows\
have a nose for affairs
papaarazzi just pepper with salt
janitors know which tree will bear
rickshaws know who will come back
peons know which boss is stapling who
rustle of papers...secret meetings after six
but him a tea with elachi and double milk and cream
and you have a story.
who should get the poem
which married woman will stray...
who is forever\
peon knows\janitor knows\
rickshaw driver in govind nagar
ex bhagya nagar and anand elders
passing ships
lighting lantern red rainbow sky
holding
passionately
today i'm 12
irene is the first touch
emotions satiated..just not lust
who needs lust
i love like a woman
for togetherness
the big bossomed lady
with a dutch accent
back packed into a dutch liner
mary II is boring
mission bay burns like a dosa
on bombay streets
holding
passionately
today i'm 12
irene is the first touch
emotions satiated..just not lust
who needs lust
i love like a woman
for togetherness
the big bossomed lady
with a dutch accent
back packed into a dutch liner
mary II is boring
mission bay burns like a dosa
on bombay streets
smell of soil
as hot turns cold
a few splashes
parks go wet
hallelua still powers
orange blue orange
lanterns come out
old people leave
under aut uni bridge
its grew
but horn's straw
shining glass
rustling skirts
still grey
cannons compete
star against star
light against crane
santa crux where planes pause
lights go in custard fruit salads
pilot's dream...beach walks grannas porridge
letther G in Garamond bold
eight is a roll on roll
a small room in borivali
rich food. potato wada
samosa and pau bhaji
mom did a lot for me
a few splashes
parks go wet
hallelua still powers
orange blue orange
lanterns come out
old people leave
under aut uni bridge
its grew
but horn's straw
shining glass
rustling skirts
still grey
cannons compete
star against star
light against crane
santa crux where planes pause
lights go in custard fruit salads
pilot's dream...beach walks grannas porridge
letther G in Garamond bold
eight is a roll on roll
a small room in borivali
rich food. potato wada
samosa and pau bhaji
mom did a lot for me
If I wasn’t a copywriter,
would be a contract killer!
Advertising mafia
Dead lines, killer headlines, deadly copy, murderous timings, graveyard shifts, cutting edge promotions, vicious mood swings.
You see.
spicy funky headlines; fast furious blah
Computer Skills Drawing a run-away mouse, and dead-and-gone software like DOS, WordStar,
taking innocent decimals numbers and converting them into binary.
My Interests women, cartooning, creating email IDs.
So
let’s kill the cliché,
break the mould
and stamp on a cockroach
or at least, an Iraqi.
Advertising mafia
Dead lines, killer headlines, deadly copy, murderous timings, graveyard shifts, cutting edge promotions, vicious mood swings.
You see.
spicy funky headlines; fast furious blah
Computer Skills Drawing a run-away mouse, and dead-and-gone software like DOS, WordStar,
taking innocent decimals numbers and converting them into binary.
My Interests women, cartooning, creating email IDs.
So
let’s kill the cliché,
break the mould
and stamp on a cockroach
or at least, an Iraqi.
Another morning, another bomb!
Have a blast! Son! Don’t play
in the fields!
Son!!!
Victim
9/11…
in 2006 AD
bush
dying
s
o
a
r
e
y
o
u
in the fields!
Son!!!
Victim
9/11…
in 2006 AD
bush
dying
s
o
a
r
e
y
o
u
mohan studio
pau bhaji in leaf
a stale parrot smell
parrot winks as i psyche
a fellow psychic at the age of five
miss my bus then my bag
mom awaits mom cries
mohan studio got a python
where dad spend his days
rats drown...parrots screech
fear is the key.
a picture that neha took
i taught the parrot to wink
"wink or i leave"
dad's cycles splashes granules
mohan loves naina
hides in our small room
phantom stickers
fake lizards
chandamama comics
moral science books
boring as hell
till Mrs Paul came
big in every way
wetting afternoons
Circles on Queen St
Borders reading Sagittarius
meeting mad painter brown colour magician
sun brightens. clouds silver. indian sketches
masala dosa. overdraft loaded. master card active.
papakura awaits a samaon's embrace. peace chewing gum
hare krsna veggie food. i'm good. irene's good.
millions standing in bombay. pictures poetry drivel
bombay is the place. kites and colours
holi and wet breasts. terraces as water balloons
attack and hurt and splash and kill
cheeeeeeeeeeeep! goes the balloon
splashing black miniscule rock & dust
I should Irene must
achubhai shah
four vessels in a brown train bound for bombay
streets of gold paved with stone. alone started
a legacy. grandpa. staying khethwadi. a broken fan
an umbrella in the dark route with night blue eyes
mom threw kittens from balcony. he slogged salts at sands
a headless ghost that knocks at four...achubhai. 91
kidney failed palatial house. i salute. three houses
in ahmedabad. bombay and ahmedabad. jain gods favoured him
around the world. with my rubber raft in a hand blue
fluffy thing. a status symbol in school. a boat. i was rich
as granpa died...
91..walking till the last week
seen the world. following granny
to a fiery grave.
streets of gold paved with stone. alone started
a legacy. grandpa. staying khethwadi. a broken fan
an umbrella in the dark route with night blue eyes
mom threw kittens from balcony. he slogged salts at sands
a headless ghost that knocks at four...achubhai. 91
kidney failed palatial house. i salute. three houses
in ahmedabad. bombay and ahmedabad. jain gods favoured him
around the world. with my rubber raft in a hand blue
fluffy thing. a status symbol in school. a boat. i was rich
as granpa died...
91..walking till the last week
seen the world. following granny
to a fiery grave.
up on cloud nin e
as jester snaps bounds at aotea
breaks a spine sprinkles shoulder
in two. claps in pain. jester swings
sea is me. sun is me. i'm there as blue tents
fold. free sausage rolls. bank accounts pizza
some legs some breasts. sun gulls. slopes to gray
bounce on branch speak on hay
old buildings cellars and public toilets
ghosts come out from symond graves
holland dances cjili sings a green flies
a scene lives - gently dies.
breaks a spine sprinkles shoulder
in two. claps in pain. jester swings
sea is me. sun is me. i'm there as blue tents
fold. free sausage rolls. bank accounts pizza
some legs some breasts. sun gulls. slopes to gray
bounce on branch speak on hay
old buildings cellars and public toilets
ghosts come out from symond graves
holland dances cjili sings a green flies
a scene lives - gently dies.
Thus started 347
will chalk
will it block
paula green
princess blind
streets speak
rains rein
or sun wins
we shall see
we shall see
any past ghost coming to light
Irene Irene Irene a million flames in a dying night
Krd chilli frogs might grow to love. Sands howl
stars hide. Irene Irene Irene a million nights away
don't speak in your dreams. dont sleep in your blue sheet
passion haunts winds bleed. Irene Irene Irene do you still me?
The legend of Suneal and Irene
Hare Krsna chants on the broken queen st
money send. bunny met. a friend unseen a spark
million flyers in sky. msn talks. a robbed time
fake ids. aphoto of an ex lover. a dream gone
virgin's first touch. pool games. black gone.
touch in a haunted red bar. from a life unknown
touch. hug. emotions. peck on cheeks. mad love.
albert's green. cheeks. shoulders a bite under neck
million sounds. eaten ears. excitement. love. first touch.
she was kissed at fourteen and touched at 20. big rainbow
in a clear night sky filled with roses called star and ANZ
blue towering over slant as a hand squeezed and squeezed
a dream.
money send. bunny met. a friend unseen a spark
million flyers in sky. msn talks. a robbed time
fake ids. aphoto of an ex lover. a dream gone
virgin's first touch. pool games. black gone.
touch in a haunted red bar. from a life unknown
touch. hug. emotions. peck on cheeks. mad love.
albert's green. cheeks. shoulders a bite under neck
million sounds. eaten ears. excitement. love. first touch.
she was kissed at fourteen and touched at 20. big rainbow
in a clear night sky filled with roses called star and ANZ
blue towering over slant as a hand squeezed and squeezed
a dream.
a blue water gate night
some beauty some lies some deceit some fire
blue piggie sits as lemon water is run out...
caves have lights within caves have fire next door
are you home...are you loving a memory...are you home alone
a lancelot dives into depth of black lava
it was hope it was love a poison that is sweet
bitter and hard to forget.
glad i'm not the only fool
mistaking higgins for a smile
stray bus for sunshine
someone asking for base as a sign
there have been other idiots
but not a fool such as i
stray bus for sunshine
someone asking for base as a sign
there have been other idiots
but not a fool such as i
On the balcony irene stood
crushed by the rose that savage gave
as gallant down on bloody knees
said:
"Princess i believe thee
and trust love honour
only thee
but reaction was what i seek
thus i confronted thee
my angel every word yours
pure as snow
but i needed to know
through a storm that branched my heart
a blow so low that sickle smiles
my princess thy word is law
my head is yours
my heart is yours
beminnen, houden van, liefhebben
look at the blood
look at the wounds
as gallant down on bloody knees
said:
"Princess i believe thee
and trust love honour
only thee
but reaction was what i seek
thus i confronted thee
my angel every word yours
pure as snow
but i needed to know
through a storm that branched my heart
a blow so low that sickle smiles
my princess thy word is law
my head is yours
my heart is yours
beminnen, houden van, liefhebben
look at the blood
look at the wounds
Denial
is a sweet lie a poison thorn
that hurts your own heart
and as you scream and whence you shout
no i don't know never knew
conscience calls my name
what shame
wee yipee yahoo.
who you really love
who truly loves you
evil sparks
gained savage name black poisoned waters
not lord the god to blame but to him as he lay
on the slopes of death...in arms of mist...in the lair of fires
he got up knocked brown grains of him...bleeds the kneee
so what savage...he loved her and he always will
but tigers are not born to love...tigers are born to kill
so moved south...away...rafted...shafted...cracked a boat
when you don't get deer...eat the goat...and that the thrill
you were my goddess..my dream...but dreams can cut...thorns remain
as he took his steed and rain a new race...away from hurt aloof to disgrace
flogging a dead horse when decision has been made as he stopped digging
his own grave...decision is made deed is done as you hurt walk...walk...and then run
there's blood in the ocean fire in the sky this is my life there is no why...
its the funeral of a lover..play the flute..play the drums...
Sparks ride again there he goes...there she is gone...
not lord the god to blame but to him as he lay
on the slopes of death...in arms of mist...in the lair of fires
he got up knocked brown grains of him...bleeds the kneee
so what savage...he loved her and he always will
but tigers are not born to love...tigers are born to kill
so moved south...away...rafted...shafted...cracked a boat
when you don't get deer...eat the goat...and that the thrill
you were my goddess..my dream...but dreams can cut...thorns remain
as he took his steed and rain a new race...away from hurt aloof to disgrace
flogging a dead horse when decision has been made as he stopped digging
his own grave...decision is made deed is done as you hurt walk...walk...and then run
there's blood in the ocean fire in the sky this is my life there is no why...
its the funeral of a lover..play the flute..play the drums...
Sparks ride again there he goes...there she is gone...
fickle moon
luna splashes cold blue waters
on a coast that has lava within
smiles rainbow and tears rain
life is green, black, blue, orange within
a bus is a reminder...someone asks for a base
laughter crucial snail paces... no one hurt
no one hit...cars under a tree...motorway green
freedom is you...freedom is me...manisha still cries
so what are you? where has she been?
on a coast that has lava within
smiles rainbow and tears rain
life is green, black, blue, orange within
a bus is a reminder...someone asks for a base
laughter crucial snail paces... no one hurt
no one hit...cars under a tree...motorway green
freedom is you...freedom is me...manisha still cries
so what are you? where has she been?
It's a sign
white birds fly south
I'm scary? scared.
or very very very nice
last night bus lost
gone. stop thinking of me
12:00 heart-ticks
nothing. nothing. nobody
just swans dancing to own tunes
whom did i lose you to? my heart
stop calling my name Irene
you were there
when cosmos ticked tickled freaked
mercury retrograde - life retrogades
stars fade. lies shade a new vacuum
scary...sorry...what will rotarua give you?
one drop at a time
in a graveyard called auckland
under a tree will sharp rocks
on the slope of life. a kiss
an embrace. a tear. a charm
a love unknown. a fear speaks
to fish that cannot see
a golden swimmer in sunny springs
the fountain flows
to eternity
one drop at a time
my sweet Irene
under a tree will sharp rocks
on the slope of life. a kiss
an embrace. a tear. a charm
a love unknown. a fear speaks
to fish that cannot see
a golden swimmer in sunny springs
the fountain flows
to eternity
one drop at a time
my sweet Irene
Princess
forgive murders
blame and shame
fraaiheid, schoonheid, knapheid
destiny waters empty wells
bury deep - burning I am
beminnen, houden van, liefhebben
life splendour spring
May white flowers under trees
feet morning dew
gardens perfumes Arabia
romance soul joy cold stone
alone done and undone
As sands of the lost world tomb
death blossom ruins sleep
Laughter pearls sea heart
flowers spring dark gloom
live once die forever
it's summer, green trees
touched by breeze. used to be me.
blame and shame
fraaiheid, schoonheid, knapheid
destiny waters empty wells
bury deep - burning I am
beminnen, houden van, liefhebben
life splendour spring
May white flowers under trees
feet morning dew
gardens perfumes Arabia
romance soul joy cold stone
alone done and undone
As sands of the lost world tomb
death blossom ruins sleep
Laughter pearls sea heart
flowers spring dark gloom
live once die forever
it's summer, green trees
touched by breeze. used to be me.
sitting besides you
in a cheater of a cyber backpacker eating leftovers
brown red aware love at first sight is a possibility
exit aware of your breathing
red cross aware of your smell
thoughts & you
aware...afraid
happy
crzeee happy mad music
dolphin in the head
brown red aware love at first sight is a possibility
exit aware of your breathing
red cross aware of your smell
thoughts & you
aware...afraid
happy
crzeee happy mad music
dolphin in the head
Knowing you
Pronounced Walk-Worth
old memories were bound to spark
stream gum ache 'green wave' corn chip
greenish yellowish amazon river
'The Broken Ear'
a hilly lawn
rain forests.
park filled brim with tigers, leopards and foxes.
fern looks like coconut trees
two birds Sea gulls and ducks
pier parellel stream
no snakes, scorpions or wild animals ducks
perfected their landing fly and in one smooth glide
over the river and go underwater for the fish.
breath taking as ducks glide in pairs.
I fell asleep for a minute on the wooden bench
as a cool silent breeze and the calm of the
green water and gliding gulls and ducks overtook my senses.
like Waitakeres
Irene
When I look at the stars in rural Auckland
smiling heartbeats black rainbows will sky
leaves breathing not touching lips...you need
space time. I need graveyards to walk through
cyber cafes to search for your name. love only
your love. a silver ring shines next to a fish
Tiger Tiger Chickening Nights
Tiger Tiger Chickening Nights
”There he goes. He’s hiding here, the bastard.” came the voice from nowhere on a summer’s full moon night in Manurewa. Followed by another: “Yes…Yes. I can see him. He’s here”. South Auckland was filled with angry shouts and screams just near my window. I woke up with a start and actually broke into cold sweat. I was sure it was me they were searching for. I could not move lest I was seen. I stayed paralysed for an eternity of fifteen minutes. I was sweating all this time. My pillow had gone damp.
I always fancied myself as a bit of a tiger and a brave-heart. Talking of brave-hearts I always maintained that Maoris have a big heart. In the summer of 2002, sometime in November just before I moved in with my ‘Pakeha’ girlfriend, I stayed at a Maori mate’s house. Wakena was returning me an old favor. Waky (as I called him) and me hadn’t always been friends. Sometimes I knew for a fact that if he wasn’t a Christian, he would have killed me.
We were working at the warehouse of The Warehouse (where everyone gets a red bargain) at Wiri. That day, as I was moving the bottles out of the dispatch trail, I suddenly saw a big Maori fella leaning over me. His face was totally tattooed. He looked at me with what I thought were kind eyes, for someone with tattoo for facial skin. He proclaimed, “He is coming.” I knew this was an abstract statement and didn’t bother to look around for ‘who’ is ‘he’. I just smiled at him and he said, “Isu is coming”. I knew Isu was Indian for Jesus and I said, “Oh, that’s nice”. After a cross-fire of banter we became friends.
The Clendon ward was surprised to see an Indian and a Maori as friends. “A lot of people are surprise to see a Maori walk with an Indian but you are in many ways like me…not easily intimidated.” Wakena said. I was ‘wow’ as I looked at the tattoo-faced seriousness. I just nodded in a cool-sort-of-a-cowboy-knows-his-way-across-the-sunset way. I was dreaming of other imaginary glories like taking a hat trick, making love to Irene etc. as I dozed off.
That day I decided to retire early since it was a Friday night and I had nothing to do after the spicy Pau Bhaji I had made for the family. Waky is the only guy in the entire world that can eat the spice I dish out.
It had been a tiresome week and I was still intrigued by how close the state houses were. From my window I could see the lesbian women’s ‘living in sodomy’ house. They were the butt of every church going Mormon’s joke in that clammed neighborhood. I could see three other houses. I was thinking of the compliment Wakena had paid me as we were walking home besides his bicycle, Yeah, yeah…the same brave heart one. I was slow-motioning the walk on tar road and relishing the moment; the sun was setting on the green hills as I was re-runnning the compliment.
I fell asleep and was soon dreaming. Ancient Mongolians were attacking the enemy on the green fields that stretched on and on. Then it happened.
At two I heard voices and screams. “There is the bastard”. “He’s hiding here.” “Catch him.” I gasped, did not dare to turn the lights of the ghetto house, since I slept in the nude. “Fuck... why did I ever come to stay here. They were after me!” I was scared shitless. I heard another set of footsteps in the house, running everywhere on the wooden house…through the green toilet that had floating toys in the bath tub around my room and towards Waky’s room. My room did not have a latch as I inched my way after a good twenty minutes, frantically ducking from the window line of vision.
I was searching for my faded wranglers in the dark. Under the small single bed..no. Besides my cotton sheet that kept me from itching in the night…no. Hung on the old oil heater. I was crouching tiger - gutless dragon. I found it. Was on the floor on my back wearing it. Luckily no one opened my door. After about fifteen minute of abject commotion, I stared out of my small, sneaky window (that opened only half an inch for oxygen). All the lights in the neighbourhood were ablaze. I decided to venture out into the lounge. My manhood was at stake. Remember, I was the guy who could not get intimidated.
I looked at the whanau. They were all untouched by this violent night, where punches and screams were thrown in for the added interest. Waky was trying to start someone’s car. I did not speak just looked around and ensured that I was safe.
I even boldly went up to Waky and said, “Hey! What happened?”
Waky shrugged off “Oh a fight in the neighborhood.”
I smiled at Kathy “That happens?”
“Oh! All the time.”
Now my curiosity took precedence over my fear that I hid rather well. Ok so what’s happening? I ventured nearer to the gate and saw lots of cars and Police lights and Waky driving the car a fair bit. I did not completely risk going out. What if someone says, “What’s this bloody Indian doing here?” And, suddenly everyone realizes his point and starts smashing me. But hey! I had proved that I was brave inside. So there! It was time to sleep.
I later put all the fragmented pieces of information together and realized that there was a party happening in the cream house besides the Lesbian Villa and someone got drunk and mistook someone else’s wife for his. Actually he just molested her. And hell broke loose. The culprit ran through the backyard into our house and ran through the door. Whew! That was a close shave. These New Zealanders didn’t they ever bolt their doors? I had generalized till I saw how meticulously Emma turned the alarm and bolted the every little window in the house.
My stay at Wakena’s house was fairly comfortable but I was awakened by Mormon readings of the Bible in tongues from the other room. I did enjoy chips dipped in white sauce. Waky loved my curry. However, one morning when I heard Waky and Kathy fighting over ‘how he’s not interested in touching her’. I realized that I was a mouse not a fgiery warrior. I decided it was time to pack.
I did not mind them occasionally turning my God’s picture frame face-side-down because they were sure it was the Devil. But, when husband and wife start fighting, it is time to leave. So I am not brave. But I’m alive and what's more everyone thinks I’m James Bond himself.
”There he goes. He’s hiding here, the bastard.” came the voice from nowhere on a summer’s full moon night in Manurewa. Followed by another: “Yes…Yes. I can see him. He’s here”. South Auckland was filled with angry shouts and screams just near my window. I woke up with a start and actually broke into cold sweat. I was sure it was me they were searching for. I could not move lest I was seen. I stayed paralysed for an eternity of fifteen minutes. I was sweating all this time. My pillow had gone damp.
I always fancied myself as a bit of a tiger and a brave-heart. Talking of brave-hearts I always maintained that Maoris have a big heart. In the summer of 2002, sometime in November just before I moved in with my ‘Pakeha’ girlfriend, I stayed at a Maori mate’s house. Wakena was returning me an old favor. Waky (as I called him) and me hadn’t always been friends. Sometimes I knew for a fact that if he wasn’t a Christian, he would have killed me.
We were working at the warehouse of The Warehouse (where everyone gets a red bargain) at Wiri. That day, as I was moving the bottles out of the dispatch trail, I suddenly saw a big Maori fella leaning over me. His face was totally tattooed. He looked at me with what I thought were kind eyes, for someone with tattoo for facial skin. He proclaimed, “He is coming.” I knew this was an abstract statement and didn’t bother to look around for ‘who’ is ‘he’. I just smiled at him and he said, “Isu is coming”. I knew Isu was Indian for Jesus and I said, “Oh, that’s nice”. After a cross-fire of banter we became friends.
The Clendon ward was surprised to see an Indian and a Maori as friends. “A lot of people are surprise to see a Maori walk with an Indian but you are in many ways like me…not easily intimidated.” Wakena said. I was ‘wow’ as I looked at the tattoo-faced seriousness. I just nodded in a cool-sort-of-a-cowboy-knows-his-way-across-the-sunset way. I was dreaming of other imaginary glories like taking a hat trick, making love to Irene etc. as I dozed off.
That day I decided to retire early since it was a Friday night and I had nothing to do after the spicy Pau Bhaji I had made for the family. Waky is the only guy in the entire world that can eat the spice I dish out.
It had been a tiresome week and I was still intrigued by how close the state houses were. From my window I could see the lesbian women’s ‘living in sodomy’ house. They were the butt of every church going Mormon’s joke in that clammed neighborhood. I could see three other houses. I was thinking of the compliment Wakena had paid me as we were walking home besides his bicycle, Yeah, yeah…the same brave heart one. I was slow-motioning the walk on tar road and relishing the moment; the sun was setting on the green hills as I was re-runnning the compliment.
I fell asleep and was soon dreaming. Ancient Mongolians were attacking the enemy on the green fields that stretched on and on. Then it happened.
At two I heard voices and screams. “There is the bastard”. “He’s hiding here.” “Catch him.” I gasped, did not dare to turn the lights of the ghetto house, since I slept in the nude. “Fuck... why did I ever come to stay here. They were after me!” I was scared shitless. I heard another set of footsteps in the house, running everywhere on the wooden house…through the green toilet that had floating toys in the bath tub around my room and towards Waky’s room. My room did not have a latch as I inched my way after a good twenty minutes, frantically ducking from the window line of vision.
I was searching for my faded wranglers in the dark. Under the small single bed..no. Besides my cotton sheet that kept me from itching in the night…no. Hung on the old oil heater. I was crouching tiger - gutless dragon. I found it. Was on the floor on my back wearing it. Luckily no one opened my door. After about fifteen minute of abject commotion, I stared out of my small, sneaky window (that opened only half an inch for oxygen). All the lights in the neighbourhood were ablaze. I decided to venture out into the lounge. My manhood was at stake. Remember, I was the guy who could not get intimidated.
I looked at the whanau. They were all untouched by this violent night, where punches and screams were thrown in for the added interest. Waky was trying to start someone’s car. I did not speak just looked around and ensured that I was safe.
I even boldly went up to Waky and said, “Hey! What happened?”
Waky shrugged off “Oh a fight in the neighborhood.”
I smiled at Kathy “That happens?”
“Oh! All the time.”
Now my curiosity took precedence over my fear that I hid rather well. Ok so what’s happening? I ventured nearer to the gate and saw lots of cars and Police lights and Waky driving the car a fair bit. I did not completely risk going out. What if someone says, “What’s this bloody Indian doing here?” And, suddenly everyone realizes his point and starts smashing me. But hey! I had proved that I was brave inside. So there! It was time to sleep.
I later put all the fragmented pieces of information together and realized that there was a party happening in the cream house besides the Lesbian Villa and someone got drunk and mistook someone else’s wife for his. Actually he just molested her. And hell broke loose. The culprit ran through the backyard into our house and ran through the door. Whew! That was a close shave. These New Zealanders didn’t they ever bolt their doors? I had generalized till I saw how meticulously Emma turned the alarm and bolted the every little window in the house.
My stay at Wakena’s house was fairly comfortable but I was awakened by Mormon readings of the Bible in tongues from the other room. I did enjoy chips dipped in white sauce. Waky loved my curry. However, one morning when I heard Waky and Kathy fighting over ‘how he’s not interested in touching her’. I realized that I was a mouse not a fgiery warrior. I decided it was time to pack.
I did not mind them occasionally turning my God’s picture frame face-side-down because they were sure it was the Devil. But, when husband and wife start fighting, it is time to leave. So I am not brave. But I’m alive and what's more everyone thinks I’m James Bond himself.
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