new zealand electronic poetry centre


Alan Brunton



your words light the night
telling me how to see the world
I’d never have known
imagine that
architect of Alphabet City falling from the night sky
your words jigsaw into shapes
that urge us to love and fight
keep romance alive
is your manifesto
but you are dead
imagine that if you can

and down the hall on Saturday night
we will declare our love for you
Moles with red eyes
we’ll eat and sing and speak your words
to forget you couldn’t make it yourself
we’ll dance and weep your words
with light on our faces

Madeline McNamara

Wellington, 26 October 2002


Last updated 05 December, 2002