Homeward Bound New Zealand by Steve Booth
I'm sitting in a railway station got a ticket for my destination, I've way out plans to fight inflation, my cooking is a taste sensation. I'm travelling across the nation, to see if I can find sensation, or feel the floor of love's foundation.
When you're down and out, when you're on the street, it's nice to know that you can meet, a person who can feel the beat of any man on any street. It's then your life is half complete.
I am a rock, I am an island, living in a steak cheese pie land, where rugby is the stuff of god and every man swears by his dog and never cries and never weeps, where souls are kept in prison keeps, so when he's had enough he leaps and leaves his mum to sweep the mess beneath the folds of her blue dress. It's tragic, however, nonetheless, at least we have our health I guess.
"Homeward Bound" by Steve Booth (1971-) Wellington
