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Saturday, 2 May 2020

Receptivity

With the sails
Tilted towards the horizon
You sail along the vast curve
Just in front of the horizon

Meanwhile the ashtray remains empty
No really, truly
Not once in the last thirteen years
Yet who knows of tomorrow

Wow that Coca-Cola tastes good
And so I imagine would
Being sat here, with a king-size
Peter Stuyvesant filter tip

Oh how much safer is nicotine
Via the imagination, or as a cast-off
From my neighbouring table
A couple in full-on drag and blow

How then to become addicted
To passive smoking, other than
Trawling the pavement cafés of
Paris, or Brussels, or Amsterdam


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