A peaceful place, indeed. Photo: Mark McInnis
Nights are hard –
Peaceful days I surf :
I’m a flow of events.
A poet
?
As the muse strikes
My rock stars fly
Above gravitational time –
The waters of misfortune.
They slowly deliver me
From the disturbing strangeness
Of a paradise lost
A dark reef
Nightmares
Underground bungalows
Hours abolished + a domestic landing + the exhalations of a burning candle my own bliss.
Waves sometimes have the bitter taste of insomnia : a descent into Limbo.
There is no need to hang on.
Nights are hard –
Peaceful days I dream :
I’m a flow of events.
A surfer
?
