Sunday, November 5, 2017

Kit Kelen #673 - shake it all about


673
shake it all about

a morning after Europe now
and ask is it home to be here
in the smog
in the sun
in the tea stain heat
jet-lag lived hypnagogic
in the all the where-I-was of it
here where the grey came on
and glasses were needed
in the campus ruins
(toxic artist's impression)

I have a suitcase of me delivered
guitar and bike, yoga mat
and my own travelling kit
here there and now now
traces of travel as well

with the ABC news
then trombone hallucination
aircon hum of it

work waits for me here
I see shine on the finger polished trackpad
like the between fret wear you wish for

to all the shady lands of elsewhere
commodious I've come

just a few years weather dilapidated
this place
sun strikes like a storm
and storms buffet
big winds no respecters of trees

I'm the ghost at his funeral
I'm just here to see how I'm gone

all as I live and breathe
spectacular my unimportance
they bury my memory here
so I salute the sun



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