THE PEBBLED KIWI
The sculptor asked
the ocean
how long
will it take
before you create a
shift in the golden sands?
The ocean said
my tides are strong
with uncertain undercurrents
it will be a
flightless quest
if you have not
carved eyes in the stone
to see the changing moon.
Avie.
THE HUB
Welcome to the
espresso
acoustic
jazz
fusion lounge.
Take your shoes off
take a chill pill
okay rug puppies
sink yourself into the retro beanbag scene.
Let's talk funk
wear barista style
beatnik false beards
put on DJ
head sets
hands free.
Rap
are you excited
let's get invited
to find a solution
start a revolution
a new foundation to
education.
Grooving with the
screen jargon
hanging out
with the lava lamp
incandescent
lighting
escaping
from the hub bustle
in the break out
Space!
Boom!!
Avie.
MT. VIC. TUNNEL.
So why do they
lean on their horns
and toot through
the tunnel
asked the voice
from the gallows of
George Coats?
It is because of you
I am with child
in the darkness
said the ghost
of Phillis Symons.
Avie.
MANIFESTATION.
My waterproof leggings
hang up to dry
over the broom handle
in the shed.
I turn my head away
and in the corner
of my eye
an apparition appeared
observing the living.
A dark shadow
part of life's
undiscovered mysteries
like a reflection
in the mirror
a face
not quite mine
is witness to
the rain drops
dripping like blood
onto the frozen floor
from the
dirty broken
iron roof.
Avie.
LOVE POEM
I love it
when the
weather man
get's it right.
Here's our
Sunday rain
my love.
How lovely
it is to be
here with you.
It's true
you make me
happy
and I'm the
happiest with you.
Avie.
I NEVER HAD THIS FEELING
WHEN OBAMA WAS PRESIDENT.
What will become of us
after the nuclear clouds
spill the forked rays out of
the darkness and
the arrows of light stab
the doves wing?
Avie.
THE WEIGHT
When all my day is done
I let go of the final weight
and lay my body to rest.
Avie.
NIGHT RAIN
I knocked
a weta out of
my gumboot
it was a large
spiky critter
the colour of whiskey.
I set it free
into the garden
the other boot was
full to the brim
from the drip
of a nail pop
under the mackintosh sky
the colour of
Urn-Bru
Scotland's other national drink.
Avie.
