Time of the watch men
Time is felt in a rippled surface
dissolving
the well climbs to the light
an illusion of depth in a man's
life
Dripping waters feel the tide of
lost watchers in long grass
hidden in the youth of the dunes
Seizing dreams swept away
the watch men cast thin arms
to the scream of dusk
Salt's child darts naked
shadows
in the sterile abyss
dance shears the wind to the
curve of waves
find the child
in the beginning
bathing dreams in the surge
of the sun
The tide wraps spirits in twine
searching the crevices
before the turn
where moon light falls
the dark song rises in mists
weaving a basket in the night
Time spoken softly
in secret places
A Louse in Baxter's Beard
Michael has serious issues
His 'h' is silent . . .
A first time caller
Confesses to the highest
Priest.
I'm no racialist mate,
my best friends are
idiots too.
Neologistic ingenuity
Pioneered through
Static stations
A nation of sheep
Our rock
an island in the sun
on the shady side of town
No H bombs on this Atoll.
The lines are open:
I'm a six generation caller.
i blame immigration, mate.
Letting in foreign tongues.
Have us speak'n Chinese
Or some bloody
Germanic dialect.
Mmm instead of good Old English
Father Michael speaks in tongues
Too.
i blame NCEA, yeah Nah
Mark my words.
And the fourth seal was opened.
The disk jockey rides on.
A skinny revelation.
1.Ap(h)abetical terorism.
2. The spread of word flu.
No H1 N5 here
A flock of intellectual
Pheasants strut safely
Having removed the H
In their own name.
True knowledge economy.
Beware false profits
I turn him off.
Haere Ra,
silent H,
G. and E. are harder to swallow.
