repetitive music |
Eventually creativity will converge with static, either being analagous to shifting stations on the radio or more along the lines of what I'm colliding into thinking right now, which is a c...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 01:50:00 GMT |
archaeaic revival |
Outside my window, which wobbles like the diaphram pf a speaker to the Auckland traffic...is this world where people like loud music in hot rooms filled with smoke...and some find their mates there an...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 02:25:00 GMT |
Requiem for the Hypnotic Meglomaniacs on Public Transit |
Acceptance to a Master's in New Zealand conditional to graduation. 13 colleges down the line, I'm on top of it. Cheers to all the toasts I believed in.Cheers to those who break out of jails and into p...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 02:35:00 GMT |
2003. The cafe will never leave me. |
Hard geared rest pleas undulate into static gonenessDenying demystified tearsAvailing lonely tabled lost love poet engraversDisplaced ecstatic heartbeats de-ruminate elusivelyFrom cowardly retardation...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 22:23:00 GMT |
Lost a poem |
Lost a poem?Penmanship of thoughts and feelings disappearFishermen damn the fisheries when the fish don't biteTrees lose their fruits to pestsPetals of the last flowers carried away into the breezes o...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 16:10:00 GMT |
The highest coconut |
Interview with Foto "I will never forget those German doctorsDuring the cyclone always listening to the newsLooking at waves from the ocean/lagoon sideThey said'I wish we could tie Bush and the prime ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:57:00 GMT |
Butterflies in the snow |
I've never been to Queenstownor seen butterflies in the snowI've had my heart given back to me when I wouldn't take itAnd hidden from the rain when I wanted to be coveredI've slept through Saturday ni...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:32:00 GMT |
sentence |
Imbicile is the last standing geniusFound a page of a goodbye letterTo a love that said hello the first time but not the secondGoodbye the the first time and the secondWho loved anotherWho loved anoth...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:23:00 GMT |
Tuvalu cigarette |
Matches packed in my dry bag(Later lost by the laundry women in the Thai islands)First cigarette in a yearCrossing the reef in low tideAnother motu afar from the villageEdging cautiously into rings of...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:19:00 GMT |
Wear it down |
Not wearing that hatTorn to shining confetti Like the picture of itHer wearing itNot wearing that hatLike the picture of itIt wearing her...into my armsI wore them all down"Take care of your shit" she...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:08:00 GMT |
