Monday, 15 November 2010

the sea and the city

a savage beauty exists just below the surface
the centre must not hold

(the sea)

slate-flat sea as far as the horizon

i lie on deck exhaling smoke
icy spikes of light
by which we navigate

i blow on the sails
and we speed on
hovering just above
transparent bosch-fish
and gieger spaceships
electrical, organic

(the city)

mystical parks and gardens
sacred streets and slick alleyways
it is you that made us
bars and cinemas spit us out

the ethereal city
of fog and neon
steeples and chimmney stacks

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