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I'm in town
And we need to talk
'Meet me in the gardens
Where Wilhelm used to
Walk with die Kaiserin'

She told me that she
Got married last September
To some hotshot politician
(People say he's the future
Prime Minister)

And that there's
A baby ******* the way
And how they're moving
Back to London to
Start a family

To which I politely
Congratulated her

She took a deep breath:
'We should have
Run away to my father's
House in the Spanish Jàvea
When we had the chance'

'Yes, maybe we should've
But it doesn't matter now'
A fragment of a dialogue
Charlottenburg, May/2018
I'll be the flower in your garden
Golden mustard yellow ones
So rich. warm and soft
Like the sun with a blanket on

Nature is a gift.
I saw a pretty picture
Lying here,
again, in the bath.

My thoughts turn
To the Ancient Romans
Gathering together
At their community baths;
Sitting naked,
Talking politics, pottery
and…poetry of course…showmen?!
Did they have no shame?
Did they let it hang
For all in sundry to speak
Their ancient prose
And then finish up
With a wash-down, cold hose?
How long will you look away
and pretend it doesn’t matter?
See our world in decay,
all our children getting fatter.  
Pesticides, herbicides, aluminum in our rain!
PSAF’s in our blood cells, plastics in our brains.

Corporations chasing profits as the empire gasp for power.
The time is now to rise and fight and stop being a bunch of cowards!
Traveler Tim
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