A day’s colours

Upon the silent laundry mirror

With shaving cream on my cheeks, chin, neck

I took in the outside through the window

Pondered this scene –

Twink foam clung to my olive skin, like

Dew on the flax bushes.

Wet taupe cloth stuck to my

Skin with a shiver – squeezed remnants fell

Into the steel sink…

Drum drum drum.

In pastel-blue checks and chalk-grey pants

I took from the fridge the bag spilling with

Fruits, sandwiches, and a strawberry Up&Go.

Through the fresh azure

On the mango-green bus I left

Trailed by chirping tūī, kākā and blackbirds.

***

Sunk into the black leather couch

In my green Nike top and calm tropical shorts

I laid back in the lamp-glow

Listened to the crickets

Closed my eyes...

Flew through the colours of the day.

Editing credits to my mate Rafi. Thank you also to John.

Adonis Cherub

In soft lamp on my polyester pillow O wind blows… blood flows… Washed laundry waits Pensive and crumpled… Wanted texts halt my pen in surprise Ye charisma sings from the phone in my grasp Stirring a pulse within my ribs, The start of a sonnet… O thou lively gladiator, eros

Office life

O glossy black keyboard and turquoise bottle Black wireless mouse with a dark blue stripe My long-wired headset, notebook, Muji pen How all these things combine to give my desk its zen. Chomping carrots, floating thoughts I type my poems — wait, key messages... Life is cordial at the office:

Foxton river

Got up at six to go to Foxton Where we smelled a dead cow and blistered our hands. The double’s sun-strike, ice-cap, coral-blue beckoned Foxton's mud-brown current threatened. It was going to be a first time sculling together. The question was: Were we

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