Wife of Riley

Wife of Riley

Too precious many- too many few

I cut you deep- you cut me too

Moments like pictures- in scrapbooks made

Sepia and turquoise- thrown in rivers will fade

Wash it all down with vomit- the bile is base

I stink like shit- I hate the taste

Tommorrows come quickly- I fuck them with ease

But yesterday screws me- and todays just a tease

But whilst words keep on coming- like value and trust

I sneer and forsake them- like unsettling dust

My life is a pittance- a stone dropped in your pond

Soon the ripples will scatter- and then I'll be gone

Friends can't all be lovers- but there's some that you do

And there's some that will do you- If you want them to

Twenty four jump street- Madonna and Depp

Live like young James Dean- and hold no regret

Angels in Buenos Aires

draft 1..for Andrea


Angels Grounded with Wings of Stone-

Earthbound and Clumsy like a Dandelion Fairy.

Stumble Along the Cobbled Streets of Buenos Aires-

Hobbled by the Weight of our World.

A Mortar, Grinding

Bruising Their Naked

Pestled Shoulders.

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Lambing Time

Lambs are Cute

a Tasty Treat

The Closer to the Bone

the Sweeter is the Meat

Lambs are Cute

and Full of Life

Luckily they..re Dead

when they..re on my Knife

Lambs are Cute

They Look Real Sweet

But most of all

I Love their Meat

Pussy

Kitty Gerbel-

Quintessential Kitten- your purrs soften and soothe
You dream, synapses ablaze
Rekindling your fire
1 love how you raze


Quintessential Kitten- Lying stretched in the sun
You dream, synapses ablaze
Rekindle your fire
Burn away your haze

Quintessential Kitten- Smile and awaken, one eye open
Stretch and dance and laugh
Fire fuelled in your belly
1 love that you take chance

G Kitty- Your coat shines bright as your eyes
Inside out, spread your smile wide
Stretch and salute the sun
Your eyes are too bright to hide


Quintessential Kitty-The catnip's stopped working
Catnaps and love is all you need
Rekindle your fire
Dance through the daze

Wife of Riley

Wife of Riley

Too precious many- too many few

I cut you deep- you cut me too

Moments like pictures- in scrapbooks made

Sepia and turquoise- thrown in rivers will fade

Wash it all down with vomit- the bile is base

I stink like shit- I hate the taste

Tommorrows come quickly- I fuck them with ease

But yesterday screws me- and todays just a tease

But whilst words keep on coming- like value and trust

I sneer and forsake them- like unsettling dust

My life is a pittance- a stone dropped in your pond

Soon the ripples will scatter- and then I'll be gone

Friends can't all be lovers- but there's some that you do

And there's some that will do you- If you want them to

Twenty four jump street- Madonna and Depp

Live like young James Dean- and hold no regret

Tequila Riot

Tequila Riot



I'm alright! I'm not OK!

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine

Fuken schizophrenic

We`ve lost our medication

Tequila mockingbird this story will do

I've got the gall-stones

Throw them down open throat

agape for agave

I'm alright I'm OK

My eyes are burning

Let's go and play

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine

Fuked up insecure neurotic and

You are SO fuken georgeous!

I'm gonna spit- will you hold my hair

I slept in my make-up shaved my head

Do I turn you on

R U alright- I'm not OK

What's with the fuken sun

Shining out your arse

If I eat you like sushi

Tommorrow I could be you

We're fine- all good

Allright!

Hannibal Brought the Cannibals

hannibal bought the cannibals





It is easier to live off the efforts of others
but harder to be content with yourself
Mr Riviera, with your many hands
can you not feel the beating heart of Brasil?
do you only have ears for your big bellied family?
Do you not hear the rumblings in the stomach of your country?
The blood is hot but the water is not
Tainua over Tourism
The hungry cannot surf
The Brasilleros and Brasilleras are not your surfs
Their tridents are sharper than your slippery glib tongue
their nets are strong and cast
time to pull them in and fillet
that juicy morsel behind your lips
you see, we could live off the pieces of you

Soulman - RIP

James Brown Gisborne 2006

At the end of the Long & Sandy Stretch of Road,..

Cloudily loomed A Dead-end

the Lightless Eastcape Lighthouse.
Shit!! I Jam the Brakes
and Spin the Wheel

From the Tyres Spit Dust & Scree,

The Seagulls Curse & Dive at Me.

This Road

a Long Snaking Lonliness

My Life

a Venetian Mosaic of Colored Kodak Moments,

the Fragments of Loves & Losses Settling in Silt

Grouted Routed & Sealed.

The Fractured Edges of Today Another Piece of the Puzzle,

How to Break up this Beautiful Fuck up,

Overwhelming in its Countless Subsets......

Speedily losing myself and reclaiming lost km`s
I pass a van & everything slows again
Then I see James Brown Bombed on a Van!
Beaming at Me from the Roadside!

I Beam Back a Smile & I Feel Good Again
His parked smile fleetingly greeted me & mine returned & stayed. I feel good.
I Pass Giving Regard & Thanks & Reclaiming the Lost K's I Reflect

What the Fuk?!!

Serendipity & Syncronicity

NYE 2006

Miles Away in NYC NY NY

Miles of People File

& Pass Past His Casket

Eyes

Filled with Goodbyes

Harts

Swollen with Smiles


so Iman, Rman

Miles Off-Course,

Is Filled Too with Miles of Smiles
Here, in NZ as the Clouds Part Like Curtains for his Scores of Encores
Spot Lights of God-Rays Reprise and Bounce off the Teal Blue Rover & Pacific Ocean
Warming, Dazzling Me and the Coast
Hazes Rise and Fall
Stones & Dust Are Turfed from my Tyres
James Retires Above the Clouds

Tomorrow He

Shall Be First To See The Sun

Before even Gisbourne,

And in the Vineyards Below
We will Dance Tonight
Amongst Gods' Dew and Drizzled Tears of Joy
RIP Soulman

Welcome Home

The Girl With Immaculate Hair

THE GIRL WITH IMMACULATE HAIR



It was just before dawn, when immaculate and forlorn, Beth stood by and asked me to tangle her top.

Now this is terribly formed and messily drawn, but the story continues, I said `what?`








She said `My hair isn`t a mess, and it`s causing me stress` her knees landed on the bed- KER-PLOP!

Well, before the thought reached my head, I had leapt out of bed, both feet hit the floor KER-THUD!

`C`mon` said my mouth and we raced through the house, in the dark because it was just before dawn…

Well, we tripped on the rag which was an old rug we once had, and slid on the floor KER-OUCH! Because the wall stopped our slide!

And as the sun rose outside, we could see where we were and where we had been. We could see our beds where we`d slept, and the hallway we`d not crept, and there from the floor where we`d fallen, not a rug/rag

but your messy bag! KER-YAY!

Well this bag was very unusual and obviously so, it had two black shoes with two rainbow stockinged legs, silver and gold shapes on the side and a sturdy zipper on top. KER-WEIRD!


Well, just in the `nick of time`, whatever that means, we emptied the bag all over the floor.

You let out a scream at the things you`d just seen, with my ears on my fingers I said `KER-WHAT?!`



A spider? A mouse? A Hippolotomouth?

You smiled and said `No silly! It`s my STAR!`

Now, if you donot know, because you never have known, the star is a book for your dreams, if you write them all down and read of them often they can become much more real than they seem.

Well, with a pen Beth begun as she had done on pages 7 5 3 and 2; her wish for less than immaculate hair, and as her teeth bit the pen, an idea with such wit formed again, she wrote the first word

KER-UREKA!

On page 9 she divined that in the bag she would find, some spirally springs made of metal.

Would this have been different if her name wasn`t Beth, but maybe Hansell or Gretal?

And, as naturally you would do, as I once did it too, I wondered what 7 5 3 2 said.



Well, on page 7 she`d written as a matter of fact, that she needed some SPARKLY CLIPS.



On page 5 the word CONUMDRUM (which is a problem to be undone), and after that A FULL FIST OF STARS…



On page 3 she had FRESH, then, FLOWERS and then, ANICHA (meaning renewed all the time).



And on page 2 was the first thing, and hardly a `WOW!` thing, she had wrote just simply, A COMB.



Well, I returned with the springs and she re-read what she`d writ, in the order that she first wrote them down.



A COMB, FRESH, FLOWERS, ANICHA, A FULL FIST OF STARS, AND CONUMDRUM (with a line through it, meaning problem solved), EUREKA! (which in the Greek language means `a very good idea`), which obviously the spirally springs were.

Now I`m sure that you can guess, we managed to make quite a mess, of young Beth`s immaculate hair!


So we successfully stayed where we sat and we played and we laughed, until we got hungry and went and made breakfast.



THE END/BEGINNING

The Boy Who Almost Smiled

Timothy awoke facing the wall.
It was Blue, Sky Blue, with silver/white stars painted all over it.

He almost smiled, then changed his mind.
He Rolled onto his back and looked at his feet on the ceiling; well, not his feet really, but his footprints.
Dad had dipped his feet into Purple paint, Violet, and held him upside-down whilst he walked all over the ceiling.

He almost smiled, then changed his mind.
Timothy saw Red, Blood Red, moving around the body hanging behind his bedroom door!!!
He and Dad had made a model man with a working heart pump which pumped blood all around it.

He almost smiled then changed his mind.
He looked under the bed at the monsters and grabbed them, they were monstrous!
Well, they were bright Orange (not Terracotta), with big white claws attached.
His slippers looked like they belonged to an Orange monster, they made his feet look a lot bigger than they really were.
Timothy climbed back onto the bed and jumped up and down a couple of times then leaped right off of it onto the floor.

He almost smiled, then changed his mind.
Timothy ran over to the other side of the room and pressed his nose up against the glass, two Huge Eyes looked back at his.
He blinked once, he blinked twice, but the eyes just stared back at him.
Jackson, his pet Goldfish (who was actually Yellow), didn`t blink back.
Dad had said that he didn't have eyelids to blink with, he didn`t need them in the water.
He gave Jackson a little bit of food, and watched him swim up to eat it.
"No blinking?" he thought, how funny.

Timothy almost smiled, then changed his mind.
He looked out his window and then down at the sill, looked down at the pot there, and then, closer still.
With both of his eyes guess what colour he`d seen?
Well, a tiny tiny stalk with tiny tiny leaves, he was growing a plant and it`s colour was Green!! 

This was the first time he`d seen it, this was just great, Dad had said, "plant a seed, water it and wait".
He ran past Jackson and winked (who didn`t wink back), kicked off his Orange monsters, tripped, slid and fell on his back; he saw the man all red pumping blood from the floor on his door; on the ceiling his footprints, liked pressed Violet mud; the Blue star-studded walls he`d first spied when he awoke
then it happened, his face it then broke!
As he lay on the floor and thought of the Green,
he almost smiled
then changed his mind,
instead he just BEAMED!