Auckland streets are narrow and constricting.
Walking down High Street I feel the restricting-
nature of their composition.
I feel a transition -
Streets are closing –
In – diving
Some say these Streets are young and naïve. I say they are mean. I say they are keen
to grab the knife (of complacency) and take a life – Yours. Mine.
It doesn’t’ matter because it’s all the same.
And bury us truants with a shovel
No choice but to move on to the next level
Like a video game
All unexpected, unsuspected, resurrected -
can’t be tamed
What I am after.
I just have to find out.