Kea

I'm making a cake.
A marble cake in a Bundt.
I hope it comes out.

The (*my) problem is
Slipping back into habits
Is very easy.

I need to start a new one asap before I get too sad.

I have been working on a painting for a few months and now that it is finished I am sad.

Oh man I am so cold

A moment, stillness.
Too brief, but so exquisite.
I breathe without pain.

Your face is hurting
Your cheekbones are all broken
A paste still remains.

#migraine

Do you think your bones
Are swelling against your flesh
A tide breaking free.

Is it the face bones
Enlarging and conniving
Within your meat suit?

What is a migraine?
Is it the bones in your skull
Trying to burst out?

My eyelids, heavy
Pushed down by sunken forehead
A fog, a darkness.

Fingers will tingle
Those shakes in your hands catch eyes
Arms will jerk, dancing.

Well I instantly know where you are!

End of the summer
Remembering an old friend
Who loved this season.

Surrounded by plants
Beautiful flowers, small trees
Abundance of weeds.

Sunshine heating skin
Air pressure plummets, cold rain
Thunder breaks silence.

🤤

Happy Waitangi Day

😂

Have you been reading
Your Sixty dollar bibles
(Needles redacted).

I will smite these ants!
And upon their hill remains
Rise a piece of shit.

The old king vomits
An ugly speech; corruption.
The world watches, shocked.

Can't believe my unhinged migraine haikus did not go viral overnight

Gentle damp cool cloths.
The brain rests upon jelly –
Layered tall, wobbling.

Would it give, if pulled?
Do tight tendrils clasp her?
And, will it go back?

How much, exactly,
Does this organ lay attached
To its bony home?

Following the air
So sweetly breathed in, but lost?
When will it reach home.

Inside, sadly found
Rather than a brain, a man
A tiny mad fool.

Were we to open
Would we find a moth, pressed flat,
Amongst its cruel waves?