fading palaces

the kings and queens forlorn

yesterdays are gone

modern says you too be gone

be gone be gone be gone

 buoy bell

  bell buoy

buoy bell

 on what shelf

is the last person alive

to be found 

 sea the

inevitability

of death

the turning and turning 

of so many final thoughts

 yesterday seems aged

tomorrow i will write of tomorrow

today - well yes - today

 aches and pains 

each one a ticket 

in death’s lottery

 when you were out

she turned me off 

alfred 

 after eating

the cat’s tail disappears 

under her blanket

 one photo

rising sun

two cups

 dysfunctional 

in a parallel universe

there are still stars 

 from all this shit

tomorrow’s flowers will grow

stench becomes perfume

 wild sea swimming

there is no one there

but yourself

the call of the shore

the call of the sea