Enamelled, walled, gated,
A chest thump, elated,
Port-side shaken, we stir.
More gurgled echoes,
of holed walls falling,
In nicotine-brown, sun-dappled, candour.
Recorded birdsong
Slaps ancient walls;
The deterrence certain calls.
Abraham’s exuberence
Within sight, beyond mind,
We walk on tiles of ages.
Offshore coastline;
Boasting, puritan.
Air screeching, waters seething.
Tumble like weeds,
Inlets of shuddering bracken,
Waiver on wanton rolling hills.
“Je suis un pintor”
Abstain of fact
Pride firmly in tact.
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Vast Imbecility 