God love the sound
Of falling water

No other love
Is required

All existence
Springs from

Rain splashing
Waves crashing

And the music
Singing

As water
Falls 

Through us
All

These sky-full trees
With perfect strokes
Paint the wide world
This cloud mural
Unrolled across 
A canvas sky

Pity those poor 
Treeless folk
Forced to paint in
Frantic industry
Concrete and glass
Grey and hard shine

A gull conducting
far below
numberless
movement in green

All asway in
symphonic sympathy
invisible rhythms
break on blades
beat on boughs

Keeping time with
god’s breath
on a distant
butterfly’s wing

Time and tide
Through salted mudflats
Hydro-sulfide stink
Heated mushroom reek
Pukeko wade
In bright red boots

While mangroves
Wait and weep
Waxed green tears
For the regular
Infidelity of
Time and tide

You steal across,
My
Nightingale floor
Heart

But creaking sighs,
Are
Tired purposeless
Noise

Alarms inside,
Don’t
Stop your sneaking
Out

When we fuck
You tear my soul out
And return it to me
One lazy drop
at
a
time
.

Process re-engineering
And endless re-structuring
Is this the solution?

All endless shuffling of
Ergonomic desks and chairs
On this titanic corporate

Mindless movement
While not necessarily progress
Provides a cruel comfort

As the engines of industry roar
“Strike up!” and “Play on!”
Cries the band master

Cutting of costs dead ahead
And the money-tight doors are closed
But, where is the captain?

The moon

That slivered crescent
Purest white
Unreachably high
On a black, cold night

A slice of us

Sweet silver instant
Shining bright
Long crescent sigh
In the black, cold night

Let us meet
All gathered here
In tight confusion
Seeking consensus
Scared of decision
Let us meet

Call me Angel,
Again.

Let me taste,
That sweet sick feeling

Infect my soul,
Send my heart reeling

Call me, Angel,
Again.

How old am I really?
An age not measured
In hours and days
No irresistible sweep
Of a second hand
An aging greyness of the soul
Grey in that half awake,
Half darkness time
That time between
Two instances
A time inside of life.

Gone but not forgotten
forgiven
or forgetting
Forever re-living an instance
Forever, over and over
Forever
and nevermore
Never ending
No relief
Nothing is forgotten
or forgiven
or the same.