Flight attendant with the huge
Blue arse, I’ve got you
Down. Clouds outside the
Triple glazed window that
Are so bold, I’d be bold
Enough to ski upon. I’ve
Got you down.
Grecian ossuary; the
Scent of candle wax
And old death. I’ve
Got you down.
Fucking a girl I
Can’t understand
Or have even tried to,
In a cave on a
Stone as hot as molten lead,
I’ve got you
Down.
I take this
Clusterfuck
Of an orange holiday
A film I’m a part of,
A photo I’ve stuck
My head into
And trap it in
Words with my
Camera eyes. Oh
To be a travel writer.
