Time & Place

Two locations have inspired me recently. The first is a prison I visited,the second is a community cafe.The following poems reflect those two experiences:

Reverie

If you close your eyes
You are not there
The air can smell sweet
Drawn by puffed lungs
Unencumbered

Dreams can unpick locked doors
And scale the highest fences
You stroll unnoticed along empty beaches
Consumed by a hazy horizon

Smouldering kisses, not rage, unleashed
In desperate embrace

With lids tightly shut
Bare glare is lost
Struggle won

Sunk, hunched and broken
In limp despair
If you close your eyes
You are not there

Reverie- Version

If you close your eyes
The air can smell sweet
Drawn by puffed lungs
Unencumbered

Dreams can unpick locked doors
In unfettered abandon
You stroll unnoticed along empty beaches
Consumed by a hazy horizon

Smouldering kisses, not rage, unleashed
In desperate embrace
With lids tightly shut
Bare glare is lost

Sunk, hunched, in silent prayer
If you close your eyes
You are not there

Cafe Ort

Where ink once mixed in chemical alchemy
Folk and ideas now flow
They come and go
In babbling chatter
Of this and that
Of what does and doesn’t matter

Some talk of Plato
Others of Descartes
Or come just to think
But not of ink, anymore

To pontificate, about who or what they rated
Whilst hunger and thirst are satisfyingly sated
Did the Sexy Weirdos live up to their name last night?
Was Johnny Kowalski a bit of alright?

Or did he pass beyond vanishing point?

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