Red car

for my friend plum

long overdue update

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Musings from the mouth that stutters 25 Feb 2010

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The clicking hands,

that blunt blades ride,

pick the marrow out

of what’s left inside

-of broken computers,

the back-logged taste,

honey-in-a-pinecone,

white collar waste.

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Well outside of

caged in shops.

Well below

the abandoned lofts.

Well away

from voyager miles,

exquisite stitching

and winning smiles.

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‘top cardboard beds

In worn through socks,

and pavement lungs

with loaded coughs

and crawling sweat-

that crawls through beds

that crawls around arms

that crawls through heads.

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From an old white beard

in a bedside gutter,

come musings from

the mouth that stutters.

-and an ancient voice

telling day-old stories,

mistakes evening’s deal

for quick stop glories.

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Night’s curtains draw closed

and strange stray dogs arrive on queue

but there is no blood and fat,

under the devils hat

so they keep on walking

right on through.

-Theokyo

 

A coffee shop in Kingsland, Auckland.

Auckland city as it happens

Tascos on Vulcan street, 8:15pm. The last few customers and I

From the second story window of the Auckland City Library.

Albert Park, 1pm.

4pm

Good old Spike.

“A sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree” -Spike Milligan

walking through forests of clocks thinking about other times