Hoi An, Vietnam. Sue Tsang, 2010.


Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 28 January 2013

THIS.


Tuesday, 20 September 2011

962 Newmarket

Last seat on the bus
Facing backwards
Facing the bus
Asian kid doin maths homework
Lady doin a bit of sewing
Headphones competing
iPhones playin
Standing
Hold on.
Window seat
Daydream
Fresh start.

Thursday, 15 September 2011

Karangahape Road

K Road 
School girls eating candy floss
On their way to school
Rainbows
Eighthirty coffee
Art galleries
Adult shops
Open for business, 9am.


Women with beautiful legs
K Road bridge
Men with beautiful legs
The green Link bus.
Pubs selling coffee
Pubs selling drinks
Banks
Calender girls
Because boys
We've got nothing on
Charity shops
Over priced charity shops
kFM
Dancing man with sunglasses
Rain
Dancing in the rain.


$2 shops
Bottle shops
Tattoo parlours
Shisha pipes
People just hangin out
People just dancin out
on the street
From the night before
Maybe
Who cares.
Buzz.
Creative buzz.
Creative energy.
Non stop.
Different.
Everyday different.

Ponsonby

Dogs that look like they have beards
Owners who look like their dogs
Sunglasses, always
Run or shine
Sunglasses
Sexy bicycles
Just look at the cyclist
Fixie?
Yup, course
Fancy little cafes
Conch Records
The green Link bus
Cute boutiques
Speedwalkers
Women
Marching along the payment
Power walking
Two by two

Brunch

Mums taking their buggies for a walk
Coffee in hand
Flat white with soya milk
Phone in the other
Hello hello
Trying to steer with their wrists
Important people outside Chapel bar
Always
Drinks and chit chat
Kids in designer clothes
on their scooters
Helmet on
Upside down Mini
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee
Paper cut-out of the Royal family
The whole gang
Did anyone else see that?
Well, pretend
Humour me
Love my tan
Love my look
Love my style
Ponsy. Ponsonby.

Monday, 29 August 2011

Monday

I was in a bad place
Oh Monday, you're just not my favourite
Blue. Boos. Monday.
Biggest weekend come down in ages
Monday blues, boo.
Oh, I'm speaking in metaphors
Metaphorical come down,
Not pharmaceutical. Gosh.
Crashing.
CRASHING, boo.

Finally.
Finally, finish work.

Home time.
Karangahape Road time

K Road makes me smile
I find myself smiling when I go down K Road
I find myself waiting for the green man a lot
On K Road
It was where Upper Queen Street meets
K Road, on K Road.
Through the crowd.
Through the crowd on K Road
My first Auckland accidentalchinesehipster
Through the crowd. Mid to late 40s
A red helmet. Orange, brown roots
Under a red helmet.
Dyed to cover the greys, obv
Mismatched denims
Not that matching would be better.
Flared jeans.
Flares, and a BMX bike at her side.

A BMX bike.

She was wheeling it along but
The helmet was strapped under her chin.
I think it was her bike.
I think it was her BMX bike.

I love you lady, you made my day
I love you K Road
I love you accidentalchinesehipsters.tumblr.com
I love you Monday

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Closing time

It was closing time

The man took the chair, turned it upside down, 
popped it on the table. Cushioned side down. 
He then moves to the chair next to it, 
repeats this step. Upside down. 
This one had a fluffy cushion which he placed 
on the other side of where it had been sat all day. 
Onto the table. Upside down. Distracted, 
he walks back into the cafe.

The man shuffles back but he has moved 
onto another table. There was still 4 seats waiting, 
waiting to be popped on from the previous table.

Forgotten
He was old. 
This man.

Again, he pops on 2 out of 6 of the new table,
 and then clears cups from another table. 
Walks back into the cafe.

My friend is off to be a sailor in forbidden waters. Nothing exotic, just the UK but yea he pissed someone off at some point so he might not be all that welcome. He can always study something else at uni, he concludes. Maybe sound engineering. What did you study? English language. Ah, that explains why you're... Ah, what's the word... I've got a really good word. He swirls his hands. Thinking. What's-ing.

The man has been waltzing around 
flipping random chairs here and there.
Apart from the kid's table 
which he has stacked on a normal, adult (?) table 
with the kids chairs on top. All four legs.

The man had created a piece of art in his closing, and tidying up efforts.
Quirky, old ocd man.

Monday, 1 August 2011

Merlot Mondays

Red wine red wine red
Wine red wine red wine red wine
Red wine red wine red

Sunday, 31 July 2011

One more for luck

set two alarm clocks
tick tock alarm snooze dream dreams
wake up to Monday

Sunday night haiku

writing a haiku
in bed, blue ink on my hands
goodnight Sunday night

Monday, 2 May 2011

redwine haikus

red wine red wine red
cabernet sauvignon, red
wine red wine merlot

poetic genius
red wine red wine red wine red
autumn is here now.

this wine is delish,
i mean delicious. you should
join in. autumn now.

this haiku comp is,
getting out of hand. can't wait
to read this tomo

wine wine wine wine wine
i can barely see now pal
autumn is here now (standard).

Friday, 29 April 2011

haiku day

autumn leaves falling
i am a rainbow. wish you
were a golden leaf

baby i'm falling
don't follow me, i'm falling
a golden leafahh.