August 2015
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On Richard Gilbert's 61st birthday
baby boomers rattle their sixties
chanting 'amandla!'
baby boomers ski
the downhill slope
sexagenarians shooting blanks
moonstruck
I become
its alibi
time-tide
no turning back
on itself
Is this the way the world ends?
Is this the way the world ends?
Is this the way the world ends?
Not with a bang but with a boomer.
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Glaucoma
glaucoma—
a seer at odds
with vision
light
strains the edges
of itself
astride dreams
horizons gather
to the flame
under the weather
my eyes acclimatise
to their ends
climate change
I feel the earth
for a pulse
optic pressure—
vision swells up
in words
measured—
the range of vision
and words
all dark!
between stars
my light
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see the light
in the undergrowth
where we dream
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Hiroshima - 70th Anniversary of the Bombing
Hiroshima
in flames of being
here and now
is this light?
a little boy's weight
on the wide island
rain fills
the space that was
once yours
on ones so silent
the full impact
of a scientific yes
silence falls
like a mushroom
from the Enola Gay
hollowness
rings out loud
from the sky
i am
become death
atom by atom
mumbling sky
the build up of heat
to come
a true man
without the sounds
of agony
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Nagasaki - 70th Anniversary of the Bombing
(dedicated to Kaneko Tohta)
Nagasaki
where east meets west
treading fire
a fat man
implodes in light
the long cape
ground zero
a white wormhole
opens at mass
after light
dark stains of martyrdom
on stone walls
seared through
faces and forms
at worship
a fumi-e
in deafening silence
stomped under
kakure kirishitan
keloid hands break open
the bread of words
in light
the death of martyrs
reborn
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after rain
pavements come clean
on where they led
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deep-sea diving
moon-struck lovers enter
each other's shadows
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Nagasaki bombing anniversary
fat man,
in your rain of terror
we rust
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turning leaves—
that to which I cling
stripped bare
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when writing haiku
must I learn to eschew
rhyme too?
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spring haiku—
images more and more
sound wordless
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moonless night—
the distance that remains
of climate change
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somewhere in these words an absence lives on
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Truth
the statement in the next line is false
the statement in the next line is false
the statement in the previous line is false
rumours
of evanescence
persist
underterred
dead sea carrion
stilling stars
testament
of a foreign will
the flea bite
holding on
to its becoming
a chrysalis
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ice melt—
my descendants snorkel
down main street
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the wind tonight
becomes a symphony
of native chants
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wretched poet
seeding fathomless depths
with shallow words
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mass war grave—
a universe bleeds out
of dulled dreams
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wisps of valley mist
yield to the sun and are lost
to sky, to emptiness—
tell me again mayfly
just what has been the point?
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spring's early shoots—
brother sun, sister rain
reawaken me
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fingering humus
again the innocence
I thought I once had
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oatstraw tea—
the taste of reaping
what was sown
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petal shower—
the words I’ll never write
sounding distant
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making hay
while the sun still shines—
Wall Street zombies
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Garden
garden god
in-breathing the smell
of humus
awake with words fall from the soil
re-
membering the dust
I am
down with worms
fingering the cling
of the earth
eventide
life-seeding the garden
with little deaths
native chant—
a kumara quickens
in the void
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Perseids
Perseids—
ashtral projection
of an urn
ever now
the underbelly
of stardust
redshift
stardrift
lightsift
Southern Cross—
my albatross
of exile
echo-light
in meteoric fall
of darkness
in faith
the cloud cover
of doubts
down-fall
light's burn-up
in coming
sibilant
the background resonance
of silence
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Examen - A Lament
finger shadows—
silent assassins
grip my pen
bomb victim,
your otherness
ends now
on deathrow,
your otherness
ends now
storekeeper,
your otherness
ends now
black driver,
your otherness
ends now
unplanned babe,
your otherness
ends now
handicapped child,
your otherness
ends now
terminal patient,
your otherness
ends now
foreign pig,
your otherness
ends now
docile lamb,
your otherness
ends now
enemy ours,
your otherness
ends now
tangata whenua,
your otherness
ends now
brother, sister,
your otherness
ends now
future life,
your otherness
ends now
mother earth,
your otherness
ends now
and thou
no breath at all?
thou'lt come no more
never,
never, never, never,
never more!
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superannuitant
the pitter patter
of little feats
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In Transit
I am
still welling up
within me
I am
without
object
I am
the all left out
of equations
I am
misting up behind
the I was
I am
a conjugal visit
of being
I am
the night sky without
a word
up to
my ears in
I am
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digital dewfall—
haiku via hypertext
transfer protocol
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Asthma
atonement—
my breath at one
with wind wheeze
sound break
between lightning forks
in-gasp gone
the breath
I left
in the clay
heaven-holed
dark matter
clogs the night
misty shore
nothing to grasp
but breath
asleep
the habits of being
breathe easy
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august end
a sacrifice of weeds
for the harvest
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Autism
(to my daughter)
(to my daughter)
afterglow
word by word
light withdraws
until
it has no self
cooing dove
the hedgehog
curling into itself
finger-found
illusions
tip-toe through the death
of beached waves
somewhere deep
within the blast of time
a silence grows
moon-bathed
her lightness of footfall
on the earth
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deep space field
dark matter shadow-plays
in my eyes
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in the beginning it is as an old pond that looks as if there could be a before or even an after but within these words has neither although it could contain change if a frog were to jump in or out giving the water a sound it does not have of itself much like this earth we tear apart that may be 4.567 billion years old or the 6,000 years that we have been able to put our thoughts and tallies into a written form which takes these words circling back to what the word may have been
a breath of light
wind ripples
the waters