Lost on the ***** slabs

of Tenaya Peak,

we sang at bears in the moonlight.

The prusik came in handy in the end,

and the two sixty-metres ropes.



Then,

the lake saved us;

our lips too dry to smile.

Of that day we spent together
I remember birch trees (I took pictures of the cuts in their silver bark)
And your shoes on the wet punt (I took pictures of that too)

And I remember that you smiled, excited
I went and bought bananas at the corner shop,
I was excited too.

Then your brother came
and made me feel uneasy
for coming back to say goodbye.

I didn't want to leave, really.
I never do.

Why do you pull me back
again
with a hook piercing my palate

tickling at times

at times unbearable

I dream of dim boats and inspiration
In the evenings, before I sleep.

At dawn,
I am woken by the scolds of tears on my cheeks -
melted lead on my chest

Sometimes I sleep in the afternoon, too.
But it is only in the evenings, before I sleep
That I dream of you.

On the white stripes of concrete
In hackney
Wet spring petals
Like a pink
and white cosmos

With the sea
You don't need a friend
anymore
No empty spaces
to fill with noise

The coast
And the white foam
Even for a day
Become your lovers

But the salt makes your skin itch

I don’t remember my life in London
anymore

Barcelona -
tagliata da flussi di suoni come boulevard*

Stella is gone away on acid.
I trust her, what else?

Nat is Polish
but I thought she’d be Spanish

And Richard.
Young - and  a monkey.

Deepty will marry an Indian engineer.
Wide hips, same problems.

******* Italians in El Born