New Zealand Artist, Novelist and Poet.
Metaphysical Midnight Cowboy Blues
In the narrow gullies
among the rough back paddocks
along the lonely fence lines
not even a feather of one of the fluttering stars
First School Ball
Underneath the tent of night,
billowing like operatic breasts
the sky swollen white
the prince and princess came and went
dressed like burst flowers
watered by lights.
The pavilion turned, turning
dark as eye-shadow in the shadows
the wheels rolling
like Ezekiel climbing into God, the gate open,
shinning, true, a hallowed sight
that made us blind and lame and, crikey,
dumb with fright.