Keith NunesTrouble up top Siren-sound in shuddery room of Run-of-the-pepper-mill upheaval in Cliff-side grandeur-home staged with Designer effects set in cooing cul-de-sac Russell Hobbs boiling on black marble Steely-stainless imported German steaming Highest-price high-volume aqua vitae Crackling brains of baleful intent Standing uptight-abstract in black & beige The desperately loud, quietly desperate Bad place I was in a bad place There were some bad people there The place itself, well, it was a space of unknown sincerity and character It was decorative, draped in accoutrements of tasteful tone But within it all, and it was all within, I was in a bad place The continuous present Flowers Or liars Something quite typical The submariner who can’t walk straight after all those bubbles Here comes a dog A dog with a smile, at a snail’s pace but without the guidance of a snail, Round the running track, a walker Stoned, having been stoned by a malevolent mob An eclipse Moon as massif, a massive moon too big for the sun She’s crossing the steppe Step by step but out of step and Yes, stepped on but finally stepping out, stepping off Flowers on the fringes of the Edenist garden Liars telling us they are not ours, these flowers They are for sale but they are the sellers’ These liars, telling themselves home-truths in the sober AM And anyway, There’s flowers everywhere Keith Nunes (Aotearoa/NZ) has had poetry, fiction, haiku and visuals published around the globe. He creates ethereal manifestations because he's no good at anything practical or useful.previous page     contents     next page
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