You called me, I came
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”
“There must be one song you know”
I know lots but do not wish
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
It´s a Caravan!
Full of Oil
Full of port!
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!
“Hey Santa, go over there!”
Santa, bemused, sat in the rain dear.
Rudolf the well-read.
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.
No beer, no wine, no women.
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.
“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
Clothes for sale, I cried
Who wants my bike?
Do you do home delivery?
When the word came from the East
It took my breath away
And left me with a coating of nostalgia.
“It’s not true!” I declare.
No, just you Morgana.
Quizas Quizas Quizas.