Still,

The steaming black emptiness of my haangi pit.

The tongue spoken is hot asphalt. Another line

of angry orange cones march down the highway.

A hot viscous melt in High Vis urban camouflage.

BigCity Maaori Tauiwi settlements. Another Paa

dives under concrete.

tokorima Taihuringa lives on the Kapiti Coast. tokorima doesn’t want to write poetry in a field, he writes his poetry in a bus stop in the dead of night. He has most recently appeared in Mayhem under a nom de plume and in Tākahe.