[this looks much better on my site]
…on the desk the hands are lit.
Men are shuffling their feet,
tidy nails, a ring, a scar across the pinky —
watch hands & listen to the men…
…breathing together as the curtain brings
a laughing child, coconut & the sea.
sunlit planets orbit and sparkle…
…in your green eyes. Your eyes are the river
exhausted, I’ve stopped swimming.
I lie back & watch, content in the rush…
…hot blood & noise in my head
I’ve pissed myself. I’m in someone else’s shoes
& there’s a blade turning my guts.
The pavement flips and I slip off…
& right then the sun comes up,
right in front of me.
Blessed at last, I’m flying.
Flying. Lights flare red and green…
…down here it’s green-brown and the millrace roaring.
My lungs are hot as I launch into the air.
Dad is waving saying ‘sun’ and Mum is humming
Sergio Mendez & Brazil 66.
He’s saying something, cupping his hands…
Now the desk is bare
but there’s something
in the drawer…
& in the monsoon apartments,
down the hall,
a phone is ringing.
from the archives – April 2001
Image: Hu Ming rapids, River Min, Fukien province, China. Photograph by John Thomson, 1870/1871. c/- Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images email@example.com
Sergio Mendez and Brazil 66 – Fool on the Hill (turn it up kids)