For an Analogue Psalter

 

and the alarm

fishes him from

sleep’s cool seas

 

deposits him outside

his apartment where

he begins to breathe

 

to walk the shadows

the high rise

autocorrecting sunlight

 

while the city

unlearns its slow

darkness and each

 

light change is gift

thin ways in spaces

of severed reverence

 

the choked horn

of a distant ferry

the trafficked value

 

of pedestrians

who haven’t yet

remembered the striations

 

of this city

those clues to

each new day

 

gears changing

timetabled capital

the almost free market

 

like a packet of cigarettes

or a smokestack

in a faraway suburb

 

he has seen

these minutes

grow immense

 

grand anathemas

and taxis like

a thousand tennis balls

 

served in deceptive

angles across the net

of the harbour

 

he doesn’t bow

or smile or stop

for anything

 

 

 

Single Origin

 

first fleet sales again

brilliant wind the harbour

has only done forty thousand

clicks tell them they’re

dreaming tall ships

a hand brake turn through

the heads this recurring

visitation the replica

harbour bridge at warwick

farm where the car yards

are your seas of recompense

the fresh sense of real estate

the masterton display

home village where you’re

not meant to open the mansion’s

cupboards but everyone does

and these eureka moments

sustain a great south land