Tony Beyer

from Leachate


someone from
out of town
told me the town water
tastes of eels
& why wouldn’t it
sieved from the
mountain’s veins
where the heavy females
bask & soak
over eighty years
before they change shape
& cast off downstream
into the vortex
or destiny of salt
& the next generation
leaving behind
waterweedy reminders
of their tenure


at dusk
the mountain is Japanese
a fan opened downwards
blue cone
attached invisibly
to sky also blue
if haze & fine
lit points of
floating stuff
can be said
to have a colour

Black Painting
               (Ralph Hotere ’68)

at an angle
the third
dimension emerges

grainy and
nearly visible

a secret the artist
left behind
in this world for us


the latest secondhand bookshop
in Dixon St has the right attitude

               more lit
               less bullshit

so the usual suspects
are lined up along the shelves

Calvino beside Camus and Colette
Maugham beside Maupassant

everyone from Kathy Acker
to Yevgeny Zamyatin

there are gaps but they’ll be filled
by students leaving town to start their lives

or downsizers tapering theirs
who drift in tentatively

with a carton of fuzzy Penguins
containing all the treasure of the world

Tony Beyer writes in Taranaki, NZ. He has recent or forthcoming work in broadsheet, Landfall, Poetry NZ and Takahe.
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