to build a home

i've been thinking














a


lot






















about







































































.

a love song for my favourite machine

melancholy streets reflect
these heavens that
incessantly
pour
grey


oh baby, do you want to fly the streets of new york
auckland
tonight?




interpol's impostor's guitars swirl
their angular knives
carve out straight
lines

tyres cry

your engine roars your

turbos don't fail me


we soar away
from this sleeping world





it's just you
and
me



and no one else
to
understand



thank you supra

underneath the stars

underneath the stars


i think
of you
asleep
not far
away

your breath whispering,
rising then
falling

your sleeping eyes,
peaceful in your hair's
halo

the music
that danced with the sun's
rays on
our faces




underneath this canvas
where dreams and
reality
share space

i see, feel
everything

the millions of years
the millions of paths

that conspired


coincided

to this moment

to this water that we
float
on.




i think of getting lost
in
your hazelnut
eyes
the purr
of your voice the ocean
of your skin the
beautiful galaxy of
your mind

while the guitars
swirl
around
us



and the seconds
slow


to that sublime

standstill




of just me
and
you




underneath the stars

remembering a boy who dreamt of being an astronaut

astronaut

the astronaut

thuds back
to earth

and
wanders


how does he
talk about

the feel of
mars

what it's like
to sleep and
wake under
the stars

how to play
golf
on
moons

about the underground
waterworlds in

other
galaxies

what the sun
looks like
always
risen

and
the exquisite
silence
and
peace
in
space







can all this be shared,



or is his mind itself

some astronaut

an alien satellite
orbiting


this

reality


enclosed in glass
and separated
by suit

question mark.









i stretch out i don't see my hands i see white puffy gloves i move awkwardly to touch my face instead i feel
glass

for relaxing times, make it suntory time

18-year-old suntory


29
floors above the
blade runner-esque

osaka



miles davis,
nina
simone

and this
ocean of
beautiful
experiences


keep me
company

i am bill murray

lost in translation


i orbit

a spectator
from
a distance

watching this
neon theme
park

dance
to
some
firework rhythm
i cannot join




my mind
escapes beneath waves
of
memories

the dark knight thinks
of batgirl


of

turquoise serenity
enveloping
our bodies

of

words coming easily
for
a
change

of

the last
light of a
perfect day,
its deep golden
fingers
washing
over you
next
to
me




of

those moments
of overflowing

bliss



of

a sunset amongst ruins,
the ocean
a mirror
for the
heavens


























where do you lie now do our dreams
coincide?

what a summer

friendly fire's 'jump in the pool' (thin white duke remix)

plays

just after

'watch the sun come up'
by example

thousands of memories wash over me...

too many to list

the bracelet reminds
me of the dream

what an ocean to
bathe
in

i can't help
but
laugh



what

a

summer



i overflow
with
bliss





and gratefulness