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
unintentionally
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
waiting
They’ve taken something
and you’re mad
pouring old fashioned
into broken glass
Life has more meaning
when you see
a wave coming
monolith
wave crashing
giant and fearsome