Sunkissed
Feeling like a cute king
On my polo island
In a gently, rustling morning
With gold in the green, of green in the teal
Counting the mammal planets,
Bobbing in orbit
Through my peripheral vision
Time, I’m perched on
each pension plan consideration and oedipal reflection
all booze-cruise polaroids, and Machu Picchu reviews
Across the water, further sovereign stations
Each receive their share of diary entries
as per our intercontinental agreement -
That all things must pass!
For we are not feathered therapists, Jack
We are the lightness of being
- c.h., 30th October 2023
Friday, 18 May 2012
Highgate
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