THE ELECTRIC FANTASY VEHICLES OF EUROPE:
Van Morrison, serenades another breakfast buffet,
black tea starved, heavy on the meat. We hum & nod along,
grazing tit-bits & fries, thin smiling, demarcating boundaries.
Late arriving couples with shower hair, floating, distant eyes,
radiant, calm, bubble-people. I’m drowning in the wind of
heavy soap, it’s time I walked the streets.
See the Ice Train,
the Grey Ghost slip – describe a line across the horizon.
Rhythms of the colours of exotic forms, fantasy vehicles,
efficient, electric, Kraftwerk, industry, Europe, Endless.