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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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp contents&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp next page