Kit Kelen #673 - shake it all about

673

shake it all about

a morning after Europe now

and ask is it home to be here

in the smog

in the sun

in the tea stain heat

jet-lag lived hypnagogic

in the all the where-I-was of it

here where the grey came on

and glasses were needed

in the campus ruins

(toxic artist's impression)

I have a suitcase of me delivered

guitar and bike, yoga mat

and my own travelling kit

here there and now now

traces of travel as well

with the ABC news

then trombone hallucination

aircon hum of it

work waits for me here

I see shine on the finger polished trackpad

like the between fret wear you wish for

to all the shady lands of elsewhere

commodious I've come

just a few years weather dilapidated

this place

sun strikes like a storm

and storms buffet

big winds no respecters of trees

I'm the ghost at his funeral

I'm just here to see how I'm gone

all as I live and breathe

spectacular my unimportance

they bury my memory here

so I salute the sun