Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Kit Kelen #480 - Dublin musing



480
intercontinental
(Dublin musing)

I was travelling
full of sleep
night was in me still

it was my nose knew day
before the light
I was all traffic adjusting to seasons
neither here not there

sneezed to be
and out of the sack
felt the cold

something dreamt
still clung to me
and it was folded away
like a sea

like a river run up your sleeve
and away
I was the little boat
dancing with waves

I would still be arriving for days
once I was well gone






4 comments:


  1. Resembles my old
    dump in Camberwell
    two doors down a fire
    where I rushed in
    for the young woman
    who wasn't there

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