Auckland Poetry

Some people are just crackers

I’ve decided

A gallop of silly persuasion 

Parading around like power leaks out of their ass

I try not to be so judgmental

But you demand me to judge you

With your high and mighty song

The chorus goes “Look at me or I might die of too little attention”

It’s not a hit

And even then

Your talents are like a leak in the ceiling

Annoying

And expensive

If only you’d be kinder

To your friends

Lovelier to your family

Who emotionally bail you out of hot shit

And you stink at saying thanks

Things might be different

Your words are crude

Offering no grace

And you smile like an awkward crush

Look I don’t hate you

You just baffle my senses

If anything you entertain me

But even then I’m bored

Lighten up

Have a wank

Take a pill

Say I love you in the mirror 10 times

I hear it’s great for chi

Go on

I dare you  

TOUGH OLD MAN (koro) 

I would hear you before I would see you

That bold blend of pride and character

As loud as silence 

You were a formidable might

Like a Kauri tree

Strong

Thick

Shaped in ways

That summoned  

We, were in awe

Of your tireless hands

They worked harder than a colony of ants 

Sometimes as brutal as the wind   

PUAWAI 

I think I can fly

Wings, heavy with sorrow 

Bones, bright

Could be stronger 

Skin, stained

Filthy from your words 

Mouth open

Afraid to speak

Can you hear my voice? 

Eyes, deep

Sad

But determined 

I know I can fly

I know I can fly

I know I can fly