Storage-Unit A57
The car is a wimberry
hanging low over tarmac
I scoop it into my mouth
it dissolves
into strawberry ice cream.
Hitler is waiting
in Munich.
The Pope rides a bicycle
it has a wobbly wheel
surrounded by fire
that speaks of appeasement.
I feel strangely sad.
The Suitcase
Disappointment, folded in creases,
lies within an open suitcase
waiting to be worn once more.
It is a suit of dark grey
absorbing all hues
draining them of colour
in an empty hotel room
within hearing of the sea.
The man stares empty eyed
into the steamed mirror
brown patched and silver peeled
hanging crookedly by the shower.
The universe turns slowly
on its star clustered pivot
unknowing, uncaring.... eternal.
Hope checked out early that day.
Between
Soft waves lapping on rock
as evening's last light
fades into night across the bay.
In that moment of insight,
short and transient,
between thought and memory
just time to collect myself
before the world intrudes again
and I can no longer stay.
Soft waves lap over rock
lulling the past to sleep.
Spent Match
Like love you were hot once
before you were blown out
with only a wisp of smoke
as the last vestige of desire.
Ginger Tea (Haiku)
A clump of ginger
sitting in the
small green pot
it fills my
senses.
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