Poetry

Thursday, 22 October 2020

In Tenby

 I'm in Tenby, I'm in Wales

I'm in the place where reality, breaks down and it

Fails

I'm in a hotel, I'm in an arcade

Can you hear me! I've made a park raid

They're smuggling bottles of Jack Daniels

Across the bridge and Bristol channel

Can you hear me we're in a party

And the only way out of here is art see


I walk the carpet along the corridor

It is dark, and it is tomorrow or

It could be today, but it is 2b

Or not to be, one day more

In Tenby

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