Android in Spain

 

You called me, I camerumi

Studio in Tenerife, inbuilt roaches

Sandy sandy sand

Towels and bowels and trowels.

 

I didn’t enjoy it

The long walk

All uphill against a tide of disinterest.

 

“Hey how are you doing?”

“Not that I care”

 

Karaoke embarrassmentHieronymusBosch-473265

“There must be one song you know”

I know lots but do not wish

To perform

Public

Hare Kari

 

That’s what she said but I missed it.

 

Time went forward and I looked backward

“Look at this beach!”

I burned my toes in the water

And on the hot sand

Unpronounceable name

It´s a Caravan!

A Caravanserai

Full of Oil

Full of port!13

 

So to the peaks and the shanty town

“We´ll get rid soon, 007”

We need more space for the tourists!

 

I cycle to the Mall

Crammed my helmet in my pack

Nobody will steal it

Nobody wants it

Nobody wants me!

 

Christmas Cracker.

“Hey Santa, go over there!”

No laughter

Santa, bemused, sat in the rain dear.1150373_650389471648734_1847698816_n

No laughter.

Rudolf the well-read.

No laughter.

It was a joke, Christmas.

 

Winter solstice takes three days for the dead to rise

All hello’s Eve – Adam sends his best regards.

 

In Istanbul I plied my troth

Wishing for a Visigoth

To raid the City and tear apart

The Kazakh girl who stole my heart.IMG_1146

 

No beer, no wine, no women.

Humour!

Recovery!

Shoe shine for blue suede!

 

Walking home in the rain she declares her gratitude!

Haggia Sophia, Ayasophya, Blues, Sulemye.

Galata Bridge watching the hopeful,

Knowing the salesmen.

Sell fishing rods not fish!

Jesus said it, one Friday morning whilst eating a hamburger.

 

“I like this” she said

Stripping naked in the cold room

Sharing towels and body fluids.

 

Old blankets.

“I´m tired” she says, expectantly.

Six months later she is still sitting there.

The sun was never enough to warm her heart

 

Sandy sandy sand.

You could live here with me.

Sandy cold heart.

The tourists need me

They never really leave this

Place

Micro continent.

 

Clothes for sale, I cried

Who wants my bike?

Nobody came

Nobody cared.

 

Do you do home delivery?

Frost

When the word came from the East

It took my breath away

And left me with a coating of nostalgia.

 

Anonymous whinging

“It’s not true!” I declare.

“The customer!”

No, just you Morgana.

 

Quizas Quizas Quizas.

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