Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Saturday Night at the J H Tavern
Odd Ends
The Fiat moves Christ-like on water,
a sideward sunrise shrouding
this miracle on the Cam;
The deaf comedian is beheaded, below the grin,
laughter silenced,
except, perhaps, within,
Sisters of Charity seem odder still,
cut by a line as smoky as incense
at the beatification
of Mother Teresa;
Impish red clouds engulf a couple in Benidorm,
as they swap clothes in a club,
making no sense.
Rooftops in Royal Leamington Spa
attain a yellow silhouette,
like the stain on fingers
left by a cigarette;
Young lesbians canoodle in the sun,
these days the norm
in Eastbourne.
The arsoned Brighton pier
disappears;
Cap'n Bob Maxwell loses half his
Tomb with a View
of Jerusalem,
a clump of grave gone
for every Mirror pensioner
he stole from.
A dusky ring, Saturnesque,
double exposed;
Greek orthodox clerics await their Arch,
with nervous faces that only hint
at their plight,
False sunset in Ecuador
above a locked boathouse,
beside a tranquil lake;
It is marvellous to behold
the dying art
of photographic mistakes.
Accidental flaws revealing
far more than should be seen
as we burn into white light.
