I prefer to smoke weed when the sun is out,
but the night time’s ok too.

I prefer pure water.

I prefer quiet to loudness.

I prefer the roar of the sea
to the howl of the wind,
and my favourite sound
is the churn of matau au
by moonlight.

I prefer it when ideas are bigger,
with less form, before
you smash them up
and turn them in
to something else
that fits inside
your brain,
your mouth,
my ears.

I prefer that those kereru
don’t perch on the power lines
when there are so many sturdy branches nearby.

I prefer level 4 lockdown.

I prefer not to talk
to people who have nothing to say.

I prefer fish to hens
as pets, less hassle,
and I just can’t stand that
Simon Bridges or his mate
Paula Bennett.

I prefer possibilities to write pulp on demand
with no thought for who or how
or when or
whatever.