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 -
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Weymouth
20.00
Friday 6 October 2017
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