What looked like a lookalike
actually looked nothing like me.

I found an English station
in a sea of wavelengths
and tuned in.
ah,
comfort is the spoken word
when
speaking of tectonic plates
saturated fats and monosodium glutamates
and beggars cannot appear to
be choosers so I settled myself down
on the wooden chair and ran through
several stations
waiting for the morning there.

I was still thinking about the lookalike
like I had nothing else to do?
and why was I with the keenest eye
almost fooled?

It's about the choices and paths that we take,
dawn
is the perfect time to make comparisons
but
not the time for regrets.

I found coffee,
it's possibly pirated
arr..

..and now I'm set for what this day brings.

Later
although not measured by a yardstick
I
picked grapes with Jose for red wine and
rosé
nothing's ever that bad except in the dark.


And later still
in town for a fiesta
oranges and octopi
drinking
concoctions made by
someone called
Mordecai as unlikely as
that sounds.