Kit Kelen #56 (I think) - scribble in the tub (in Barcelona)

the writer's bath

or

the tub

(in Barcelona)

I can work here

whittle notions, tropes

and turns of tune

in blank slate space

in steam

shaped from the mania of ignorance

and fanciful displacement

familiarly known by possibility

and taking turns to speak and sing

lay out the scene

get drifting, wet

and know I gave myself the time

nothing better for the hip

than jazz

when twinkling at it

soak till the next idea

rise, turn, inscribe the stone

with words to simply last forever

something of the earth's still cooling

something of the sun to touch a little sea here

for monster me

the toy of day

that bathing

be my joy

I can work here

from one premise to a next

a journey into dampened bank

through nations and colour and night

open the balcony door

afternoon comes in

you'd thought it morning still

young chucklehead

be whiskers in the grey

rise now and don

the streets with epithet

and avocation

understand the day!