Highway poems.

For obvious reasons the following poems are dedicated to the Turpins and Anna M.

Very Inconsistent
Carefree Travel
Over Road

Jumpy Approach
Random Reproach
A Horn

Just Up-ahead
Sun Turns Into Night

A New Night Arrives

Mauve, Indigo
Chasing Her Ending Light.
Loving Epitaph.

My Inspiration.

Mugged.

Dick Chainy, no!
Oh God! Dick Chainy, NO!

Dick Chainy
Dick Chainy
Dick Chainy
Dick...

...Chainy,
no!

100 Rupees.

GEORGINA BUSH, NO!
NO,
NO,
NO,
NO,
NO,
GEORGINA BUSH, NO!

No rupees.

Catchya Later

Oh Noo Zeelund with your funny footwear and silly socks

Your bush like an Oompa-Loompa's ... sideburn
and your sea that is so big and wet and turbulent

I do like your pies and your fizzy drinks
and your marginal celebrities

I already miss your sewerage systems
and your carbon neutral taxi companies

Take all glorious vowels and make them an 'eh'
Forever lie about Number 8 wire solutions

Oh Noo Zeelund  I heard you out my caravan window

Your voice like the sweetest X Factor duet
and your lungs scented with pine

And now, I strain my ears to hear you
from Singapore* the tui call is a little faint

And I do miss your schick quattro alps
and your mediocre fashion

And I do miss you

A chocolate map of Tassie, the closest thing I could find to a chocolate map of NZ.

(*Things get a little surreal at this point as my "Catchya later' farewell that started its life on NZ shores is finished in the middle of Changi Airport.)