Ozone

Passing ,re-passing cars
river that falls like hair to a misty sea,
child at my elbow, tree in window
beyond the tow path light
lies eye catching
making us squint.
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Last week is a bag full of used tube tickets echoes of a crowded station, sweated with humanity: but here there is nothing, and my freedom is light and empty like a helium balloon, my wound so fresh and clean I can look at it with delight knowing it’ll never heal. I wonder this time who you thought you’d met pursuing me delicately with your 36 year old failures. I’ve come to see you all as a doomed generation searching for that perfect “other” ending up in my kitchen with stories of who you’d like to become. It’d been one God awful crazy evening my neighbour appearing from nowhere with hallelujah in his eyes and through the bubbles of champagne we listened to his stories of the blood of Christ, esoteric burblings while you hooked a toe around my ankle and we wondered when he was going to start speaking in tongues. Eventually through the wine and the pizza I told him to take his “happy clappiness” home and we ended up looking into each others eyes like tweedle dum and tweedle dee before the fall.

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Cars pass and re-pass
counting the boats
counting the miles of shingle
each solitary stone
worn by water
I’m worn by limitless desire
Men pass with wives
their eyes turn my way.
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You remind me of complication and I can’t see the end of my fingertips in this, green eyes, equitable face and the way we brushed skin as we walked, grew like siblings met at a place you hadn’t dared discover. Passing and re- passing cars a tree lined horizon flat against the green that walls us from a grey lipped sea. I don’t think you knew much about “bodies” had tried to deny yours and you certainly had no idea what to do with mine, was probably the worst sex ever but the problem was I didn’t really care just wanted to sit right down and talk, of the sea.

Margateure.
Skyline
grey, oblique
smell of sea
sound of sucking water
a tractor
gulls strut.

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Corner café, raspberry liquid in clear glasses, your mouth moves in circles, love roulettes from the houses, down drainpipes falls in alleyways, I’m temptation, freedom in clear blue lines, for a moment it’s so still I can remember your heartbeat. My small bright child tagging on an empty beach combing the harsh mark of high tide, talking to himself.

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Water tastes of salt and fishes tongue tastes of salt and water you remind me of death, brain patterns fixed like permanent ink cars pass and re-pass the long line of the fleuve culture prattles over food sea mist fades into so much green. Houses perch upon one another like children on adults shoulders.

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I’m confused by messages
in bottles,
in bars,
on mobile phones.

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