Process

Sometimes just a few words
Sometimes a complete sentence
Always words eventually for the page
Always seeking change or rearrangement

For several nights
Or rather several mornings
On the cusp of waking
On the escape from later dreams

I cannot recollect the words
I cannot remember the meaning
Except in a way I saw it as a question
Except in a sense I felt a rebuttal

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Wrap

One more beach cafe Americano
In fact my last, for today we leave
Which is tinged with sadness
Yet also serves as a freedom

Free from worry about my sciatica
Which has claimed most
Of my sleeping time
For the past three nights

Claimed with the use of surreal dreams
Claimed by the forays into delirium
As one imagines was regularly abroad
In the previous generation’s asylums

You might have visited
Such a place yourself
Or seen one of the many exhibitions
On dystopia, which toured the UK

The bill is paid
But the utopia will remain
Well after we are gone
Though will we still know of it

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Treasure

A description of the sea on our last day at Atrium Prestige

First to say something about the sharp line of the horizon which goes all the way from right to left, also from left to right

Then to talk of the flickers of sunlight which shimmer in the same V formation as a skein of geese in flight

As if they too are heading for the shoreline cafe where I take my daily Americano

Now I have a desire to write about you; you are the sea, the sea is you, you and the sea have bonded

Just as have I been able to sit in the shade, to pen a few words, without fear of interruption

And just when you thought it was all superficial I must tell you of the nearby shipwrecks and lives lost

Also of the deep-water divers who now act as environmental policemen to keep watch on those who would pollute

Yes it is azure, yes it is blue, yes it is ideal for swimming and diving, yes it is why I write what I write

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More Ways Than One

One way is to be seen
Another way is to be discreet
A third way

Is not to decide for yourself
Nor neither
To let others decide for you

Should we focus on the flies
Or the tea with biscuits
Which, for the moment
Are separate entities

Instead to focus on the sciatica
And the back pain
Which, for as far as I can feel
Is as good as one and the same

One way is to become known
Another way is to remain mute
A third way is to determine

That your expressions, your grimace
Should say all of that
Which needs to be known

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Meeting Point

You are in the sea
Or by the sea
I have just left
Internet corner

Now you wave to me
As you walk across
The raised curved walkway
Above one of the swimming pools

The flies are too many to manage
Which was not the case
On the days before
When the jazz piano also tinkled

Earlier today
I saw an older gentleman
With grey curly hair
And sporting a rather ill-fitting hat

I thought to myself
What are your thoughts sir
How goes your reasoning
Where does love and justice fit with you

Then, when I looked up from
My coffee, you were gone
Taking your basket of treasures with you
Walking ever onwards; c’est la vie

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