Listening to Morrissey in Billy Winters ...

I'm in Billy Winters - 

Morrissey is singing every day is like Sunday - 

The cool dudes look out the window at the sea - 

A kite surfer's sail is like a yellow feather - 

I remember the snaky neck of the cormorant - 

How it held out its wings - 

Drying the jet black feathers - 

The island rises up from the slate grey waves - 

Beyond the cliffs are strange villages - 

Stone cottages with winding stairs - 

I listen to Morrissey - 

I pick up a bamboo knife - 

I can still feel the touch of a yellow feather upon my tongue - 

12.00

Friday November 23 2018

Billy Winters 

Weymouth