Your dream home has the room
with underwater bougeanvillea and that song
you can only hear underwater.
It has the London land-bridge linked to Paris
or, if you turn right,
three bars in the shady part of Cape Town,
each dingier, darker, and diviner than the last
with very red light and spilt tequila.
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The red-dust road lined with mielie crips in probably-near-Durban.
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Confused, lustful, full of sudden terrors
and far too many toilets at times,
and never ending up where it began
or for the reasons that it started out with.
Thanks to napowrimo.net for the prompt to write a poem incorporating the argot of a particular profession, and a dozen tile companies for promising me this terrifying but ultimately already realised prospect. The Moroccan tiles are actually quite cool.
See the new NaPoWriMo poems as they pop up, complete with pics of the handwritten drafts, natter to me, and help me with titles for them, via whatever social media you call home:
All my poems on this site are now #FreeForPoets to play with, to write hybrid forms such as glosas, coupling poems, golden shovels, acrostics, centos, and erasures. Full permissions here: #FreeForPoets.