I’d really like to go out for lunch in Manhattan
and get a liver sausage sandwich.
The roof of the gallery rattles when extreme wind blows.
I’m avoiding today the demand to do things quickly,
to get to the end.
To live inside your mind you must be tough,
The chocolate liquorice log didn’t help. Will have to follow it
with a deep-fried lasagne topper.
We don’t like being alone, even when we ask for it.
Who made the decision to build another pyramid
when the harvest is failing?
You can’t smell something that’s dead,
until it’s dead.
I just want to move, after six generations in this tribe
that’s grown too big and a drought coming on.
Lunchtime at the basilica, a lot of people worried about
higher taxes, slave revolts, and the devalued currency.
I’ve lost faith in the new empire of Byzantium.
I wish I didn’t have to sit here amongst the gunpowder.
You don’t see EXIT signs, until you have to EXIT
and can’t get back to where you entered.
She said it was a picture of a rainbow stretched to black.
Blue sky floods into the gallery
through high windows
I can’t keep my head level,
I have to look up.