Lazy as the continent


Sunset on new year’s day

the crisp journey home,

absurd and pink as salmon



Sunrise above the cloud streets.

Town’s light pappi,

lost anchor,

strewn on the easterlies.


“La tristesse durera toujours”

Hold your nose, to pop your ears,

whilst our staff teeter,

and jet balances

(like an elephant on a matchstick).

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