we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

Tuesday, 11 November 2008


I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground

the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops

But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see

you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me

Hone Tuwhare

Some books by Hone Tuwhare:

'No Ordinary Sun'

'Something Nothing'

'Sapwood & Milk'

'Piggy Back Moon'

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