Glasses filled with sweets
Sets the scene
I catch myself in mid-tackle
going to the ground
senses felt not heard
a tickle in the stomach
and now I’m as big as mars.
Strange alchemy over beer
spirits sublime and entwined
In a pub on the high street
of your town. Make way for
the dancers, your hand, please!
Night beat toms a go-go and London
is another town in another part of the world.
Not in competition, not in harmony. Memory
exactly in daylight and strobes I know
where to go. I’m not a genius -yet.
Arguments unseen or thoughts over
and out, we separate, never mix to come
together, I cry for the now losing it in bumps.
A steady stream over human pebbles…
ignites a passion for live music and disco lights.
The flow here is turbulent and laminar currents
swim around the place like mice looking for land.
I am out of time suddenly looking at the band.
Then I am home ‘gain and it’s another new day.