Windows

close to midnight
twenty two degrees
roof open
we roll down the windows
roll down the strip
cruise control on
twenty mph
can't find the music
shuffling through the dock
warehouses, flood lights, cctv
cobbled streets, Trafalgar Square
depeche mode
an abandoned town film set
a lone riotous pub on the quay
we roll on
laughing
not street racing from the lights
we're up to sixty, plus
we head West by North-west
sea-salt thickening our hair
fair skin pinked
all the youth
we lived apart
in an evening

~

CLP 18/06/2022

on the strip

who needs Las Vegas
buried deep in a desert
when you've got GY?

~

JS & CLP 18/06/2022

on luck

ten bob in two pees
pink panda from slot machine
taint of copper coins

~

n.b. You probably think that this little story deserves a footnote (and you’re probably correct), but it’s 22c, after midnight and I’m playing late night summer blues, so you’ll have to write your own this time, sorry. However, who knew one could have such fun in Great Yarmouth on a Friday night in June?

CLP 18/06/2022

on the moon

did you really think
such beauty could pass unseen
behind a silk screen?

~

CLP 17/06/2022

on the self

Are we whom we desire to be
Or who as we appear to others
The sum of their desires
The embodiment of their hopes
The personification of their dreams
The casket for their fears?

~

CLP 16/06/2022

on time

something will happen
speeds your sense of urgency
so few tomorrows

~

CLP 16/06/2022

on evening

dusk draws up magic
Strawberry Moon, dragonflies
our path less certain

~

CLP 16/06/2022

on the map

coasts, rivers, contours
move over millennia
paper-thin borders

~

CLP 15/06/2022

on the moon

exposed to moonlight
our puny faults visible
we cannot hide here

~

CLP 15/06/2022

on Ukraine

daily more lost
two hundred dead, eight hundred maimed
media lose interest

~

CLP 14/06/2022