pieces of the road

pieces of the road
7 pieces from a journey winding north to south

thinking on it

i saw thirty years
further down
the track
mount pirongia
looking out
on the waikato
still thinking hard
on those things it
did then no closer
either of us to
a conclusion
drawing only
cloud in winds
of day stars

wind and rubbish

wind and rubbish
may 2011, beijing

rubbish.

the things used

no one wants,

the cast-offs,

a plastic bag that

once held fruit

brightly carried

a newspaper read

thoroughly left

on a dusty park

bench they’re

happy as larry

playing it loud

playing it loud

 

young and

stuck in school

all the muggy day

home i’d spin the

LPs to free the mind

a friday night my

parents out i pushed

the bedroom window

open wide as it could

go and let the neighbourhood

hear to enlighten their

cloddish souls the poet

who sang with the truth