Poems about cities #6: Wellington, again

So my mum went to New York City,
and all I got were these steel
cap boots, which if you ask me
is a damn good score coz these
boots were made for walking all
sorts of places I wouldn’t

really wanna go. Even
Arohata Prison, where
they set off the metal
detector and Maia—who
dressed metal free just for the
occasion—frowns at
me for wasting even one
precious minute of prison
visit time.

But Maia,
you never know who you might
run into on the mean streets
of Poneke—skinheads, cops
or maybe just regular guys,

like that guy on Willis
Street who said, ‘nice tits’. Well yes,
they are nice tits. But ain’cha seen
my steel cap boots?

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