Lawn mower boy

that boy lawnmower
Beg your pardon said the old man
expecting that i'd repeat myself
grass as gold as it gets
shady autumn
merciless hill steam
getting to know the teen me

The smell of fresh pain
the weekend a layer of pain
a happy coffee
and back into the filter
like a fish in a tank where the plants had all wilted

looking up at their expectations like a hive of scorpions
stings pointed
monitoring my answers
and off I go to hose my brain
as if it absorbed something toxic
what taught me this

Was it a monster from the quarry
Have people's speeches to me
helped me to seem like a beast
somewhere between the frost of late may
covering the dead straw freshly collected as hay

where does a boy look for worth
the world a mad predator with a hammer
in the shape of each ridicule they send my way
water couldn't cure me
I breathed to understand revenge
the hate peeled away at my heart

I stood the midnight rat half soaked in my own blood
stripped of dignity just sticky wounds infront of the council
Frozen empty hall of evaluation
I'm nothing but a cow to kill
and you frown because the beef will taste bitter

I've swerved a few deaths though

They just keep...
throwing me back you know
as if god was a fishermen
putting me back into your ugly ranks

hear my grassy growl
As the gram of immortal in me shows you the door
 of the multifaceted hell I know
that never murdered my one real love and joy
to know this world as the amateur rucking
lawnmower boy

A tease and correction under heaven

That high king
with big ears and grin
I'm an ant below this concrete throne
I am a street dog in from the cold
begging a bone

Oh high king seven stories up much finer
In your presence
My existance no more than a one liner
and if it puts a smile on your face
I served my purpose

I underestimated you without grace
 always feeling out of pace and place
and now I look up from my tiny face
and know I own nothing
Nothing is mine

A restless blessing
As I attempt to dance
The way you do with galaxies
around my planet
that seems to fatten me

every second was given
by you, each one I now heed
that you can take back at light speed
So I blow a kiss and beg another day on one knee

another decade to create my joke
develop my punchline poke
then be merrily put to sleep
dead eyes through the coffin glass peep
perfume of mediocrity

I'd like to know you like a best friend
like the long lost father to us who mends
Our broken beginnings and bent endings
yet you are up there too high
meager me here after crumbs before I die

But I don't intend to be your pest
and if cleaning the rough miles of rock in your throne room
is my only fate I'll jump for joy and reach for a broom
My human form a tease and a correction

Architecture of a needy human soul

on the way down
writing the script of the soul
on the way down to Adam and eve's eden
God's little attempt

I saw the height of the throne
felt my insignificance
Felt the push and pull
of every stage of my life

That cave
At the beginning and the end
joining confusion into itself
like a needle pulling cotton through a shirt

I'd love to enter the sun and survive it
conduct heat to every beast on earth
and silently send a sophisticated love
So that they would understand goodness

Evolution of young love

She wasn't expecting a lot
A lot of extreme lovely moments
She didn't know herself so well
me even less

We fought because of our passions
Confusion and sadness
ghosts of phobias from the past
haunting us as we struggle to love

I, lost so intensely
like a citydweller in the deepest forest
Love appeared through mercy
directed you to me

Young children
thats all we are
safe and found
in the ferile medows of our love

My whirlwind brother

A whirlwind is growing in me brother freely
one that swirls with the power of a sky banshee
Into a tornado with every blessing the sky gives
With every blessing that in the earth lives
A whirlwind grows in me, truth is

It wants freedom and abundance like a wild crop
and everything that a human could have from the top
we want to shake god's hand on camera, cut an umbilical cord
Slap the baby, buy your ticket from an electric billboard
None of that mainstream ambition, just the eccentric sword

The tornado in my brain creating a mindfed whirlpool heaven sent
Just a flood of genius brother curving into tidal waves imminent
A deepsea cthulu beast splashing the vulnerable continents
I got a few little lightbulbs lighting up like atom bombs
suns colliding and spewing out gold there from

A whirlwind brother that urges me to be bold
A creative jewel that duplicates itself tenfold
with every extra year that I'm here getting old

House on Elizabeth

From the rails to heaven's door
Winara, He awa and historic seddon
Northic pine roots spreading
Under the eyes of Hemi matenga

After the road curves straight
like life should right and not too late
That winter moon booming over the tree ridge
200 metres above where my eyes should be and not budge

Just a strong stone's throw
from the where the farm cattle grow
A tiny existance, the hill bush my temple
Silence and the chilled breeze, simple

Under the tall dividing poplars
arum lillies burst upward flares
creating playgrounds of magic and spells
For the curious ones new to this world

the old orchard off limits
Called us in like ghouls to a haunted cave
I was left to convince the brood to be brave
Fruit and adventure to the river and away

I never felt the cold when I was young
Everything was a mystery at 62 elizabeth street
My soul umbrella still lies open at the base of the hill
As if I knew each household, it's people and contents

Like my bones were the dried riverbed
And my blood fed the ever fruiting citrus
From the rails to the doors of heaven
Where exotic and native forests kiss

In a valley where souls were turned away post tangi
Unable to enter save for one slave oh,
his name was Toenga kainga a timid damned fellow
who I met in the gum trees near the devil's elbow

I knew that bush and the earth there like my face
The bark and the stones and every leaf's taste
That serpent of a river, just a trickster changing places
Up to the macracarpa head
On that small bald hill face

Visited by god

God came and cleaned my page
He had a grin that would put a shiver in the devil
across the page with his angels
Just a flicker of light over the paper

I was wiped away and drained out
nothing to heal me but a few smiles
Out there with floods and droughts
He bit the snakes head like a crocodile

God came and fired and exploded
leaving not a piece of the inferno to show
And the new heaven as my eyes
blessed light not shy of

The moment before you wake

I didn't plan to open my eyes
The clouds full and leaky outside
I didn't want to have to wake
Or leave the dream zone lake

Falling into the reality
Stirring the day up with a mish mash of plans
half considered desires
The bed still warm and sweet, the day out bland

The blanket all crinkled and wrapped
Like the mind before waking
The lazy feeling slowly being shaken
Alarm ready to give you ear ache

One toss and one turn
despite the rain
daylight is about to burn

The neck sloth

It's that tiny monster stuck to the back of your neck
slowly leaching your energy and stopping your action
It's like a ratsize tick permitting stagnancy
But you'll have to forgive it all the same

It tells you to sit back down when it took an hour to stand up
It suggests you relax when it's time to act up
Your inner desire is to realize a few dreams
before you go to the dirt into ghost steam

Procrastinators roar in silence
don't join their choir
put one foot forward even in violence
and face the world eyes painted by danger

For the neck sloth gets fed
every time you bow to dread
every moment you hesitate
is a meal the neck sloth waits for