Friday 16 February 2018

Your Room is Rent

Welcome to
that time when you
can't go home,
because home is not your home;
It is a house,
it is a room,
it belongs
to someone else.

Owned by another,
in the space they call home,
where your welcome
overstays the tension.

Your room is rent,
not a haven.
Your room is rent
judging your presence,
waiting for leverage

to kick you out.


  • 16/02/2018, Motueka/Ngatimoti

Monday 1 January 2018

Walk Life to the End

To walk,
is to begin again,

I feel my life coming to an end.
I feel young,
but age has withered me away.

Bringing older,
Silvery tinged skin.

Was the frustration of family,
the only thing that anchored me?
With it gone,
sailing free has broken the dream.

I’d wish for a midlife crisis,
if I could afford the toys,
but the breakdown will have to suffice.
The loss of interest, question, wonder.
Sanity forsakes me.

Boredom relegates me
To less than the sum of my parts,


Roll out the carpet.



  • 01/01/2018, Ngatimoti