High over
my Margate sandcastle

a swarm of German planes
alien mechanical bees

pregnant with bombs
to be

dropped on streets
I knew

( the neighbours aren't there
when I get back ).

My wild kick
decapitates my castle of sand

blue bucket and yellow *****
thrown to the waves

useless in
their frivolity.

Out in foreign climes
my brother is dying

bleeding to death
shot in the stomach

( so we will be told
many months from now ).

The sun shines bright
as a crazy crayon'd drawing.

The War impossibly
far far away

butterflies like
flying confetti.

The moment so
unbelievably beautiful.

I paddle this boat
up and down up&down;

this sun stupid shore
as over there in the somewhere

the real war roars
like a mythical beast

now no longer
phoney.

My battered bike
undignified up-side-down

I operating on
its slow puncture

pulling out its rubber gut
patching it up.

"There you go old chap!"
I comfort it.

I look through
its back wheel

the sun at its hub
beginning to go down.

I give it a spin
with my free hand

slowly it bisects the world
into its many spinning sections

faster...fasternow
and the world...this world

blurs into the white
nothingness of speed.

"So, that's what death is..?"
I think.

The world speeding up
to nothing.

The tip of my tongue
upon my cone

melting faster than I
can lick it

dropping upon
a sandled toe

with a deep nick
in it.

Unknown to me
as now

my brother has finished
his dying

becoming the memory
he will always forever

be.

His b&w; smile.

Alien mechanical bees
swarm inside my mind.

The tick-tick tick of
the bicycle

as I lift
my left leg

and...

it's all
downhill from here.