Auckland Poetry.com

It’s the end of August and we are

Low on money

Like the last summer

And the summer before that

It never ends…

It’s always like this

It will be always like this

Not exactly poverty but

A chronic lack of money,

A need to economize,

To watch your spending,

Cutting down on smoke and some food; all booze is out

Forget about clothes,

Shoes,

Socks,

Movies,

Books,

Going out,

Picnics,

Bus rides.

Hand lotion.

Pizzas,

Phone calls,

You name it…

It gets you

Year after year:

Not exactly poverty–

Just a lack of money.

And here I am,

Writing poetry.

Who gives a damn about poetry?

Yet

I persevere,

While

We economize,

Watch our spending,

Plan carefully.

Well,

At least I

Don’t have to economize

On words:

There are plenty of them

Absolutely free of charge.

I’m glad that

Writing doesn’t require much

Neither special investments nor

Expensive supplies

Just something to write on:

A piece of paper,

An old notebook.

An empty cartoon pack,

A wall,

Your skin,

My own bare ass:

In short,

Anything to scribble on.

Plus

A lot of madness

To make it

A bit more INTERESTING.