new zealand electronic poetry centre

M I C H A E L   P.   S T E V E N




The mirror reflects
its favourite lines. Awake, you assume
nightmares unravel. Variations
thicken with promised clarity: A remote
music, will hasten the return of forgotten love
while honesty listens in blindness.




This is familiar. For instance
you follow
                the broken path
alongside a river.

At a bridge, you stop & drink
with a girl who sings

to the wind.
She longs for the joy of flight.

Together, you make plans to visit
some ancient place.

It is unlikely.
                    She has no
concern for love or geometry.

The details are fixed, though
you remember

              of the grinning

the night’s tainted reign.

Last updated 27 April, 2006