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Cana Feb 2018
3am
3am. It’s alive.
a faster beating heart
It’s the whir of the air conditioning
Removing the heat and leaving the sticky sludge over the soul
deep breaths to calm
blades to sever thick ship lines to the past.
It’s the drip of the cat fountain.
3am it’s a brutal hour, it’s a painful hour,
It’s a dead hour.
A collection of words I found written on my phone. I don’t remember the process or when it was written. Just that it was.
  Feb 2018 Cana
Ezra Pound
You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.
  Feb 2018 Cana
Carl Sandburg
THE SEA rocks have a green moss.
The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.
  
Speak to me of how you miss me.
Tell me the hours go long and slow.
  
Speak to me of the drag on your heart,
The iron drag of the long days.
  
I know hours empty as a beggar's tin cup on a rainy day, empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.
  
Speak to me ...
Cana Feb 2018
Its Friday night in the ramshackle city
The sweaty bodies writhing to to soco beat
Drugs, Drink and Debauchery and Cigarettes
Let go.
Cana Feb 2018
A spherical furnace lights the world
His great love mimics his efforts at night
Orbs daytime warmth doth flowers unfurl
Her pale lunar grace cradles lovers in flight

An embrace that is mythed in the ages of men
Portents of great things from dessert to fen
Their coupling is spied with shielded eye
Until she leaves his bright daytime sky
Its like trying to describe the love affair between the sun and the moon.
Two celestials destined to be forever apart.
One who has naught but consistency and a passion that extinguishes even sight.
The other has a sky full of diamonds watching her wax and wane through the darkness.

Their meetings are rare, but celebrated around the globe.
Entire populations stand in awe with shielded eyes to see these two great lovers entwined in the heavens.
For brief moments her radiance is all that can challenge his, until she moves on to dally amongst those more distant.
Leaving him once again to burn brightly in an empty sky
Cana Feb 2018
The warmth fills you up
The burn scrapes your throat
You’d like to hiccough
And your brain is afloat

The Bourbon is hot
The ice is not
The ginger is sweet
But my heart prefers it neat.
I’m drunk. Leave me alone
Cana Feb 2018
I swam the sea
Manmade fish with rubber fins and glass eyes
It wasn’t difficult to breath
Quite the contrary
I witnessed wonders of man & mother
Bejewelled sealife amongst statues of stone
Sunken artistry, seaplanes and Poseidon
A lady of rock, the Ocean Atlas
Holding up the sky from beneath the waves.
The Bahama Mama casting a gentle eye over her domain
Tomorrow maybe more.
Went snorkelling amongst the statues of Clifton heritage park. Followed By *** on jaws beach.
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