Salt Shadow

Life without meaning
is a glass upside down
drawn across a table of letters
spirits drowned

He lives here
beneath the boards 
floor of damp sand
Haydn echoes from the stylus

I arrived at the end 
the pictures already removed
walls of sorts bare
the mix of salt, whisky and weed

Your sister now here
from Falmouth 
dog in tow
the heady brew 

At once within the nest
of your family head bowed
drifting into a hummed melody

They knew me
and I am back again
returning at the end
beneath the sea

Dancehall jazz
in black and white
I sit here 

They’ve taken something
and you’re mad
pouring old fashioned
into broken glass

Life has more meaning
when you see
a wave coming
wave crashing
giant and fearsome