Here are a couple of small poems I wrote while I was away.
I simply wrote what I saw.
Barcelona
morning
four
sharp taps on the pressure vessel
his
second or third percussive announcement
pulls
me from my sleep
no
need to ask if it’s the gasman
plying
for trade in the street below
afternoon
this
square is built over a car park
which
precisely occupies half the area
people
huddle in the remainder
to
talk eat drink love
by
a water fountain
tainted
by petrochemical fumes
And here is a small poem I wrote the other week when in Teignmouth.
teignmouth
poem number two
he
enters with bubble wrap
a
poster framed
for
the fireplace alcove
something
to dream on
when
he is back in the real world
Again I saw a man with a bubble wrapped painting walk past me into a cafe, I was sat at a table outside. The poems are there but we have to look.
Here's a collaboration between Johnossi and Anna Ternheim.
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