Tomato Skies

Tomato Skies, Ketchup Clouds

marshmallow fragments

a kaleidoscope of moving, changing settlement,

a colossal burst of new days

the frosted towers, steep, uncertain

degraded with the new season

gases,

not smoke, not cloud

a blur

faster and

rapid

and quicker

a tornado of the sea bed

gashing, awe, wonderstruck

beams of fluorescent

i sit in the

swing

and watch it

all

Room with a View

They never stick around,

That door; they walk straight through,

Don’t know why they intend this upset,

But they do

No goodbyes, only the room with its view,

But written letters, postcards

Just for you

No dampness on the cheek,

Or tearful goodbyes,

No last hand holds

Stamped across my mind, (‘kisses from Versailles’)

Window panes and cushioned seats,

Gazes through its glass,

An endless journey

(Without you)

Till they knock the wood,

At last