“I don’t have any beautiful moments.” “Why not?” “It’s in my job description to be miserable. I’m a busking poet.” Every day David occupies the same spot on K-road Auckland. Next to him his one poem books are exposed. He’s stamping the new covers. A friend drops by, greets him and gives him a sandwich. “People often think I’m homeless. I’m not. I have my car. That’s where I live. The last six months it isn’t working properly, but today it started in one go.”

2014-08-29 17.08.01

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