Pretty doorpretty matchPretty furPretty catchPretty clawsPretty gashPretty badthat pretty catPretty quickThat pretty ratYet pretty spenton the bloody matPretty proudThat pretty catyet Pretty rawhis lifeless catchPretty thisand pretty thatwith pretty clawsdeadly scratchPretty fangsOh don't say thatPretty deepin necks of rats A forest of a million green eyesBlissful lush full seemingly endlessSacred and collectivemoving my digestionA forest like a city of green shady templesGod's love proven in sum and valueReflections of the sun and contrasts with blueRadiant beyond descriptionA beauty the swerving river carriesThe silt layered land underneath in ever glee south of Opotiki A hundred legs bend and straighten across the nylon sea floorAll in their own directions, their own degree of haste and sailsThe low lights dull our faces as the footfalls dull our earsDown the concrete steps the bladder almost bustingPast the half burnt carts of food vendors and peddlersThen into the overpowering light and stench of the public toiletThe hand size square white tile walls stained with mystery colorsThe cleaners running desperately in and out of each bathroom Like a dog fish into the concaves of the coral reefheaving soaked mops as if it were a flaming heavy lanceAs quickly as I entered did I leaveThe bus a whale beachedStill emptyA tweeking cellphoner here and thereThe bus flips it s tail down we re goneas if the city were an ocean that shone The mobile asylumrunning on squashed penny wheelsRolling over ditches following the strayLike a dog after a hare The large hotels of ambitionWhere fancy youth congregateTheir whole life is spenton accommodationWelcome to the neighborhoodas it moves this way and thatThe only stationary things are the scalesStep on it like a minnow in the skin of a whaleCross the bridge made of love notes never receivedlook over the side into the water of misled fantasySee how the rabid dog drinks from itthen make your way to the top of this great hillFrom there you can see the real sunand not some manmade satellite of illumination Simple fortuneDew glased grassMorning all dappledbreakfast hotcake syruped mappleWillow tree in remissionwarmth's recesslocal claims rebuked in excessdecember wavesTyres roll gravel, the first hurdleThen pavement and ashphaltOfficial mobility for a turtleconjuring adventureCorners begged tragedyand hills embraced us staggeringlyYet we turtled on happilyto the next tourist trapCoast of fortuneDry fields and browning paddocksAbundance still present not lackTurtle on wheels making tracksSimple wind of fortuneBlowing us warmly into untended orchardswhere the elderly compared stories for sportAnd hobbies and occupations mixed into lifestylesSimple drizzle of fortuneWhere adult queues and children amused ran amokThe sky on vacation, overcast's long hoursDay activities sprayed with kids on skatesManuwatu gorge begging deathWinds it's fanatical disciplesWrapping themselves around the gulliesUntil our vehicle and us were almost buriedWestern Sun of prosperityPastures emeralding and announcingMoisture a milky cloud awayA sure cool friend a summer dampner Imported beer seemed to be all they cared aboutafternoons of hall parties and bathtub bashesComparison and measuring each lifestyleand each unfortunate thereby chainedYou couldn t change iteven in the spectrum window of things you will becomeNot even if you got on a bus today to runThe city sits on you