To Claudia and Lisa, ( and I could ask for more). Lisbon 2016.

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Don’t ask for more.

October sun. Shadows.

Dark fingers witness

the patterns light plays

As I sit naked

with a breeze stroking my flesh

a seagull’s distant screech

and sounds from the street

rise up in music

to colour the air

concealing those foreign vowels

A casual complicity for the traveller

Me on a narrow balcony

four floors up

could be Soho

but this is Lisbon

Below a man clean’s his car

It’s sunday

Outside. Basking. Outrageous

And I could ask for more

Invisible across the tiled horizon

the Tagus is broad and easily able

to carry me on spikes of white light that dance

A playful icing on the world’s shared sea

An old tram powered by a rickety digit

to wires overhead

clatters on narrow tiled streets

that have lain and listened

to hooves and feet and secrets over centuries

absorbing the heat

The wild ego’s in flight vainly competing

against an inevitable fate

clutched in shared space

So passengers are forced to adopt

a humble pose for transit. For experience

To experience the exotic, the foreign

A morsel to remember for sharing when home

When all the tongues share vowels

that conjure sense from excited air

Back home to boast

of where we were

I really shouldn’t ask for more.

Another smile

Another SmileWhat fun it is

To run amok

 

With naked thoughts

And fire

 

Friendly rockets

Out into space

 

Imagining all targets

Are worthy causes

 

And smother them

In compassionate flames

 

Render them

Surprised to find

 

A rose petalled spring

Where volleys of words

 

Crash peacefully

All around the cowering forms

 

That live in fear

Without a blanket of hope

Smile

 

The first smile

There is no new

So early in March

 

How right it is to stride across

The past. Into another season

 

With sap rising

In the lengthening light

 

Hope will tug at opportunity

So strike a pose

 

Walk with purpose

Ignore that porpoise

 

We can be funny

Covered in honey

 

Alluring to

A sweet-toothed muse

 

Revel in your status

As a simpleton

 

A chocolate covered minstrel

Aiming to amuse

 

Pucker the lips

Smile

 

Create the laughter lines

And let age construct

 

The ridged framework

Of a happy man