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it's good here
by the sea again
the gulls daub
whiteness settled into
selfie silhouettes
abob on crackling blue
this palid sfuso
goes so well with shrimps
squeezed fresh
directly from the tube
their hues crash into
cobalt spills on
stains of leafy green
chromatic underruns
& dollop cloud
scrape-ups
peeled off canvas skies
the shape of
wounded cheese
& blended in & in until
from somewhere
yellow minerals expand
& blow your mind
I float around
stop & falter
trapped by Nusch
Marie-Thérèse
& Dora's eyes
her lashes
fractured light
star-spilt
upended gaze
where words hang free
like sax riffs
songs of sirens
drifting in from
somewhere way offshore
where Melusine
glides thunniform
& tampers with
the step dance
of my oceanic heart
all this time
my big blue jumper
soaks at home in milk
Genova, 10th February 2018