astro lovers

when I lay down to dream,
I invite them all into my bed

I wind my tongue around the mouths of un-strangers,
beckoning them to come and lie with me
(or at least, to omit the truth)

I astro-travel to be with anyone
whose head matches mine,
I wait until my lovers are asleep
and then wake them up inside a small sphere
known as the universe

I coax them to put their hands over my flesh
and intimate kind words to them

I never make them breakfast
I never do their laundry
I always tell them they're beautiful
I never tell them
               that I love them

but I wonder what might happen
if I dragged them into the living?
would they come out and still love me, or
would they scatter back into the night?

banks peninsula

-- I press myself into you,
and the birds make themselves known;
the waves lap up towards the edges of us
and we fall in and out of sleep -
the wind winds its way through the open roof, and
through my hair --
                      and yours--
--knotting our salted heads
as they nod left and right,
my mouth slightly open and sharing itself with your sleeve...

children howl down the hill,
dragging skateboards, push-scooters, other apparatus behind them
and eventually being dragged behind them, themselves

everything seems simultaneously
hectic and quiet

We wake, and the wind's subsided;
we eat a hundred pieces of fruit
and follow the winding road
back up to the lake to sleep at it's shore
pressed into each other, in the back of our small van...

everything is good,
everything is safe,
everything is full of love.

filler

where have all those words gone?

     leeched, leaked

  into the cracks

     trying to fill the 

           gaps in my foot

   where no weight will be taken,

 clogged up with calcium 

    "don't step on the cracks"

Well -- I can't help it:

   the crack's in me.

 I take it around,

   my pet crack,

   for small walks 

              and at the end of meander

I'm all out of breath,

      all out of words. 

appearing normal whilst making friends

Last week we performed a show in Christchurch. The review is here and I reckon it's alright eh. It's going to be in Auckland Fringe Festival too (the show, not the review) so tell ALL YOUR BROS.


This is a snazzy promo pic taken by Blair McTaggart:

Sofia McIntyre, Sarah Elsworth, Emi Pogoni and Ruby Reihana-Wilson are cool.

3.8

The house jumped.
Lurched off its foundations.
Forced me 1.2 centimetres taller.
Ever so slightly increased the cracks
in the tiles
in the ceiling
in the skirting board
in the basin.
"Did you feel that?", she asked me.
"Yes," I said, my leg dangled off the edge of the bed.
Then we both went back to sleep.