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Single crow
Beach crow
Shimmer
Green
Rusted
Channel- marker
Crow
Among waves
Crow
As breeze ruffles
Your feathers
Blackly
Crow
China's off the table
and
I think Russia is
not for me,
this year
I'm going on holiday
to
Chorlton-***-Hardy
or
Bexhill on Sea,

the safest places to be.
Antony Glaser Oct 2021
Sometimes I go to Bexhill
on an Ironhorse
and visit Cooden Beach
with the occasioned tar in the sand
I recall the De La Warr Pavillion
Thought I was smart, smart not going

Train rides from Eastbourne
I Look for shipwrecks and Amaryllis's
Every day is a beckoning one
the one that got away
in deep water
These things that connect, the fragile and wrecked. the stations that pass by, the tear in the minds eye and being in on the infinite is a poor mans excuse for misusing the finite,

I am 4am in London, Paris, New York and in Rome where I roamed sparring with Spartacus, reading Leviticus and dining on octopus,
something connects even in the disconnect,
the neurons still fire haphazardly
testosterone kicks in quite frequently and
the Bishops requested a meet with me.

I want Hawaii
not Bexhill-on-sea
and not the inquisition
which they may have in
mind for me.

I dive in and intentionally
to the motion
of the unknown sea
waiting to be coughed up
in an alternate Galaxy
where limbo is a disco
on the 39th
parallel.
Our love has wilted
like the blanching wind
Although its not the revile
in the morning
its about your tears
and how you wish
away tomorrow
When today is the stet

Its not the banjo
that plays occasionally
Its the truth blowing precariously

The branches learn to bend
We took the side road to Bexhill
We saw the flames of our love dissipate
that  early spring

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