A wave crashes

A wave crashes
and I’m in a damp Galician street before dawn
waiting to walk on blisters

Splash whiskey into a glass

Remember Riscky’s, Fort Worth?

Happy Mondays piano (Step On) ringing

Terminal tinnitus

Dry squeal of door
Hard soles on lino

Concentrated piss and paper wick
No flush

Tug the string, kite flies
Sketching the meaning of life