Poems, Imitations & Translations

Thursday

Evenings in the Blackout (1998)



Spin 33 (1999)



Evenings in the Blackout




















III – Home Beach


The author was a gay and fashionably-dressed gallant, something over thirty, and apparently one of that class of geniuses who can never do anything till they are goaded to exertion at the last moment.
– Charles Manby Smith, A Working Man’s Way in the World (1853)


Kelp
scratches my skin
with your hands

birds flirt
through the Christmas
trees

Mt Ruapehu’s
hallucinatory green
you wrote

against snow
I hope
she’ll be right

she’ll

you’ll be great



[Spin 33 (1999): 50-5 &
JAAM 14 (2000): 49]









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