The aptly named place Bellevue
At the time of writing contains
Eleven beating hearts
Nine, discounting my own
And that of a canine

Three, gaze out to where clouds meet
Peaks in a conspiring huddle
One, seated, inhales her clouds
Burning down from peak to basecamp
One ignores a dog with clear attachment issues

Two stroll in tandem, occasionally comparing screens
Two have wandered off in a
Calculated effort to avoid the
nosy parker on the next bench

Befuddled with being
Sink into your body

When they leave do you think
They hesitate
Turn and make a farewell sign
Some gesture of regret

When they leave the music is loudest
The music is loudest
The sun is high

Manna from heaven
Main celestiel
Noonday sunlight

'We're looking for Salcombe on sea'
Brown cows crowd around
Vincent and me

Uphill and down
Nothing but brown cows
As far as the eye can see

Raising a hoof directs
'Two green fields over you'll see the sea
I've mooed here all my life
You can trust me'

Don't wait till middle age
To have a crisis
Keep trying to express yourself
The world is waiting like a hungry baby

We met on the common
Amongst discarded blue lightbulbs and
Loose change
It quickly became clear we have
Nothing in common
The fair had moved on long ago
So had we.

Death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits

The milliner went
Mad as a hatter
Exhausted from playing the field
Spin bowler and batter

And death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits

The baker excels
At idle chatter
Drinking pints of cream
Pink buns by the platter

And death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits

The banker needs
Needs someone to flatter
A strict rotation of ties
The same old patter

And death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits

Bus driver let me off 90p today
He felt like a benevolent god
I counted thirteen individuals on the top deck - seven visible phones
Five women
Six men
Two point four children

The lady in the blue jeans
Sat in the beer garden felt me watching
She flicked her hair to that
I can feel you watching angle

At the roundabout the blond in the ford
Looks nervous
Dark street lane
Is double named

That was bang out of order
She's still running
Wonders what the acceptable term is for boss eyed
Crossing the chalk stream
Hand car wash
Past the cycling lycra carrying baked goods

Cheers then driver

The baying gulls they laugh at me
The sea breeze makes me ill
The pasty man shout fresh today
I think I've had my fill

The graceful gulls they swoop and flock
To greet me with a shriek
To stir me in the morning
To sing me off to sleep