347: Post Irene's Lost Christmas Ghost

thus ends 347

2007-06-16T16:23:00.001-07:00

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

2007-06-16T16:19:00.001-07:00

let clouds kiss eden
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

2007-06-16T16:15:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-16T16:04:00.001-07:00

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!

psycho psycho psycho

2007-06-16T02:00:00.000-07:00

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

free wheeling 347th pain

2007-06-14T21:22:00.001-07:00

The problem with helping someone like you
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

2007-06-14T21:13:00.001-07:00

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

Fry Arvo

2007-06-14T18:49:00.000-07:00

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

Purple Shower

2007-06-14T18:47:00.001-07:00

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

WW worses SV

2007-06-14T17:49:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-14T15:03:00.001-07:00

...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

forgive me

2007-06-14T14:35:00.001-07:00

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

Drinking moonlight

2007-06-14T02:17:00.001-07:00

GI's linton's low
grass' aquarius crucial blow
forget leo that i don't know
a passion rolling rapidly

and

2007-06-13T21:53:00.001-07:00

miss lovely funny
pop out of the blue.
discussing Robbery
txts bournvita chilli tabasco
that you are
miss an hour long hug...

london summer crawling down

2007-06-13T21:48:00.001-07:00

dont leave

it hurts me

automated reply. Wish I could meet you

once and cry

and then lose you.

2007-06-13T21:46:00.003-07:00

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 you leave

2007-06-13T21:46:00.001-07:00

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

tigers from tamaki

2007-06-13T16:19:00.001-07:00

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

flushes

2007-06-13T14:31:00.001-07:00

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

creaking

2007-06-13T13:40:00.001-07:00

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...

hermits dancing across an arabian fire

2007-06-12T22:26:00.001-07:00

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

"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"

2007-06-12T20:45:00.001-07:00

"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...

two days changed an empire

2007-06-12T20:36:00.001-07:00

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

midnight eden set free

2007-06-12T20:33:00.001-07:00

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

you call it ale

2007-06-12T20:27:00.001-07:00

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...

i have cooled

2007-06-12T20:16:00.001-07:00

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

the night begins

2007-06-12T20:12:00.001-07:00

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

evening before

2007-06-12T20:01:00.001-07:00

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

morning after

2007-06-12T19:54:00.001-07:00

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

lady of troy

2007-06-11T16:33:00.001-07:00

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

dearest dark day

2007-06-11T13:19:00.001-07:00

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

Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted

2007-06-11T13:14:00.001-07:00

In India they say lotus
grows in the dirt grime of soil
if you did not want to succeed
why did you try
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.

www.blueskyfox.com

sophocles and the elektra complex

2007-06-11T13:04:00.001-07:00

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

last night

2007-06-11T12:35:00.001-07:00

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

Run homophobia run

2007-06-11T02:30:00.001-07:00

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

NOTE to SELF: midnight train poems...a section a common thread...a submission
for witi...

try a different angel

2007-06-10T23:45:00.001-07:00

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

5 o clock shadows

2007-06-10T18:45:00.001-07:00

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

bleed gently little droplet of rain

2007-06-09T19:34:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-09T18:27:00.001-07:00

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

suneal

do you hear me?

stop using women as fuel for poetry.

yes boss, i hear ye!

we come to the point

2007-06-09T18:25:00.001-07:00

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

familiar steps

2007-06-09T18:13:00.001-07:00

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.

cool

2007-06-09T15:07:00.001-07:00

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

2007-06-09T15:05:00.001-07:00

another morning
another drab grey grunther
what does life want
today
from me?

he is

2007-06-09T02:00:00.001-07:00

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

beauty is south african

2007-06-09T01:55:00.001-07:00

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

white churches

2007-06-09T01:49:00.001-07:00

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...

forgotten and missing

2007-06-08T23:07:00.001-07:00

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

as a literature student

2007-06-08T20:57:00.001-07:00

and i do think
of myself as that
there are three words
i cannot get rid of
subversive
eclectic
and dark

washboard

2007-06-08T20:16:00.001-07:00

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

white

2007-06-08T19:18:00.000-07:00

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

4 am

2007-06-08T19:08:00.001-07:00

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

burning burning

2007-06-08T19:04:00.001-07:00

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

flurry

2007-06-08T17:44:00.001-07:00

thames
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

2007-06-07T23:49:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-07T23:44:00.001-07:00

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

pebbkes in your pockets
particular for when you lie
waiheke is a place
and kath

no woman an isle

dark

2007-06-07T23:38:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-07T18:17:00.000-07:00

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

destroy it distribute it decimate it
demolish. dagwood. doctrine it dub it.devote it
my words are yours

ra`in gods

2007-06-06T23:44:00.001-07:00

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

It's the back

2007-06-06T23:12:00.001-07:00

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

seek i parnell's anglican ghost

2007-06-06T23:01:00.001-07:00

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

anticlimax

2007-06-06T22:47:00.001-07:00

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

saddened by jesters no smile smile

a huge journey at the story's end

2007-06-06T22:42:00.001-07:00

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

so tired so empty

2007-06-06T22:38:00.001-07:00

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

i shave

2007-06-06T18:15:00.000-07:00

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

exam

2007-06-06T16:13:00.000-07:00

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

Feel sorry for my japanese flatties

2007-06-06T13:02:00.001-07:00

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....

he une bhi meri tarah junoon

2007-06-06T13:01:00.001-07:00

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

2007-06-06T13:00:00.001-07:00

too small
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

2007-06-06T12:57:00.001-07:00

Or irene's smile
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

2007-06-06T12:55:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-05T23:57:00.001-07:00

darling Anne heaven's little angel and yellow river song

disturbed paper
me

sorry

flower's little red storm

sunday markets

bleeding winds

2007-06-05T23:50:00.001-07:00

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

you rastafarian magician

2007-06-05T20:22:00.001-07:00

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

rhyming winds chiming windmills

2007-06-05T14:24:00.001-07:00

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

Barren

2007-06-05T14:20:00.001-07:00

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

My friend Daniel

2007-06-05T01:18:00.001-07:00

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

svar (the tune - sound of music, the tone, the poetry)

2007-06-04T00:34:00.001-07:00

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

yellow paper in the archives

2007-06-03T15:36:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-03T13:51:00.001-07:00

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

it's raining

2007-06-03T02:08:00.001-07:00

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

christ

2007-06-02T23:29:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-02T23:21:00.001-07:00

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

6 pm

2007-06-02T23:18:00.001-07:00

alarm goes off
no drama today
the stage lies cold
barren like an african sand
empty like the black hole
directionless as usual

M made bond

2007-06-02T23:14:00.001-07:00

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

The End

2007-06-02T22:09:00.001-07:00

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

2007-06-02T20:01:00.000-07:00

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

Night at meadowbank

2007-06-02T19:48:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-06-01T22:47:00.001-07:00

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...

only

2007-06-01T22:44:00.001-07:00

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

entangled in your nets

2007-06-01T22:41:00.001-07:00

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

last day: you will find me faceless

2007-06-01T22:39:00.001-07:00

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

"you learn new things everyday dont you"

2007-06-01T03:06:00.000-07:00

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

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

2007-05-31T03:25:00.001-07:00

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

The theatre is a different place every night

2007-05-31T03:23:00.001-07:00

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

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

2007-05-30T17:06:00.001-07:00

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.

Third thud

2007-05-30T16:35:00.001-07:00

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

Performance number three

2007-05-30T04:58:00.001-07:00

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

all well that ends well
the gladiators win freedom
the crowd is happy
Caesar is king

wait for the third

2007-05-29T17:44:00.000-07:00

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

Choose whom you aid very carefully

2007-05-29T17:39:00.000-07:00

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

if you are brown walker

2007-05-29T17:35:00.000-07:00

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