My personal shadow, stubbling and stumbling
While several hundred thousand collective greetings between mother and child
take place at once.
Break hail mid-siesta grog.
Cicada rhythm.
The call to prayer.
Bay and bank reveal each other.
Love in the afternoon
Not the hour of personal truths —
The fifteenth.
Bad time for a haircut;
“No Radio! No Radio!”
Worse on Sundays.
Indeed, what am I doing here?
Why paint the inside of the post war dunny? Battling the culture of rasure.
Lebanese cardamom and Norco.
The birth of tenderness,
The first breath arrives from behind the curtain.
Have the wheels started turning?
Second day, if you want it.
How many laps around the kolomskini?
How many of these to date?
Clip my toenails,
Floss while the suns up,
The shampoo is nearly out.
Days of our lives or bold and the beautiful.
The fruit markets have been hosed down.
Exit the cinema after a day time session:
Eternity and a Day.
Chris Gaynor
21/01/26
