Auckland Poetry

Filling in the blanks

A spindrift of an abstract screen,
it blinds me I can’t think of words to write down
to break the monotony of whiteness,

Bush’s wet-nurse was a Mexican,
peasant woman, that’s why he likes to hug,
and touch people;

maybe he’s a nice man
who has only seen war movie and think
all wars are like that;

he only wanted to be president
because his father had been one, wanted to prove
that he wasn’t stupid;

but he was hypnotized by an evil neo-com,
and lost the thread of his dream in
blinding spindrift

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