Brief Encounter

" No, I couldn't smoke fags inside, that would be rude", my wild eyed, late night visitor replied as I put a ( cute, Italian retro) ashtray in front of him.
With out a pause in the high pressure steam of his talk he asked:
" Is it ok if I smoke something else ?"
"I don't smoke ganj any more but I'm pro legalisation" I said generously.
" Not ganja; crack." I heard back.
" Well, usually I'd say no but as you're hot: ok"
" Flattery will get you everywhere." he said through lips fused to his teeth in a cadaverous smile.
" Sure." I said, " And if it makes you too agitated, just pop over and set one of the neighbour's flats on fire. They won't mind, they're heavy sleepers."

I dreamt of tiptoeing gold

I dreamt of lost boys

tiptoeing  gold.

& of letters lost

from utterances

& alphabetised desires.

and sighs

so short.

 & of smiles so crooked

they set me straight.

away upon clouds.

Unblocking the Dam Insane.

A little east of west,

come into my eye:

I am the storm.

 Calmed by

observational humour

written by a blind man,

 told by a mute.