What were you thinking?
The rib cages of sunken barges
Living life on another level, drinking coke from an old milk bottle. Sucking the city scent in through this nose, on the edge of the Thames, clearing my throat. Of all of this. The stench of uninvited disappointment, floats in her on augurious currents. Ripping the bridge pier’s block-work from where it stands on once hard laboured ground. Over slaughterhouse slit necked cattle, broken clay pipes, smashed jaw rattles, wooden docks, money-lender charges, the rib cages of sunken barges, to here now. Escaping with momentary distractions in between mistrusted retractions where we forget to hurt and can’t recall what brought us here, changing all of what has gone before. The tide has flowed out back to sea and left the scene set on this shore, this city beach, the sand between our toes unclinging. And you, and you, what were you thinking? I’ll take this moment out of time and pocket it for another rhyme. I cannot stay here in this peaceful moment, the rising tide will up and undertow me.
North Bank, River Thames, London 2019. Nikon d750
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