J.K.Baxter + 30 years
Auckland University Meeting
Yelash would not have them hide it!
Ghoulish intelligentsia dressing up a bit
Our indigenous poet to become their fit
For a cultured dissection from their pulpit.
Who better for an alcoholic inmate
Saviour, testament, "Cressida"? quote.
Guts and passion take the brunt
And floats a gem "The ballad of the Cunt"ÂÂ
The "Tom Cat " cuts to the quick
The "Feral Voice"?, the Catholic "Mik"?
Aghast hypocrisy in poesy
Dying destitute in his prophesy.
Lightly veiled the contemporary envy
The hint of plagiarism uncanny
And throw that stone? Guilty!
Teasing out a lingering spiritual reality.
"alf a white hula skirt
Surrounds the tanned banshee patch
This thistle whiskered countenance
Is framed in ears elongated and obsolete
To pounce and ponder uncut gems
Reworked wonders take the stands
And longish fingers of palm less hands
Mutually stroke out understandings
The bull frog's throaty resonance
Lurks in reserve in barrel chest
With tuft of silver belching out
Welcome black singlet country lout.
A long lean John of faculty
Bites the lip that isn't there
Lisp's on an overlapping upper
True to the conventional convener
A code observing metro gnome
A rhyming pattern all gone wrong
The deviant iambic singing
Pentecostal amateur.
But best of all upon the wall
That wicked grin transfixes all
Sparking with the dirty bits
He has the matrons here in fits.