Saturday 7 October 2017

Every single line means something ...





I drank tonic from the bottle in 16 / 53 -

I'd walked down a narrow street between buildings with sinister doors - 

I'd seen a sand sculpture of a pharoah's tomb - 

Yachts were moored in a black harbour - 

I sat in the louche space with the tonic - 

A black taxi stopped at the end of the street - 

I watched lamplight spill over the pavement - 

I thought about Basquiat - 

Every single line means something -


16 / 52
Weymouth 

20.00
Friday 6 October 2017





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