#486 (slow-cooking)

The heat

found me again.

At the coolest spot

of the land, my mind

is marinading in sea air,

slow-cooking in the relentless

steamer of my thoughts.

What is a vacation, but

a break of habits, a break

of work, stop being a useful

cog, start being another,

enough mouths to feed,

so I’m greasing the wheels

of consumerism instead,

in this neighbourhood,

stuck in the eighties.

No escape, but to jump

back into the books,

swimming in the ocean

with the Terranauts and

waiting for a Magpie

in August.


© Matthias Grupe, 9th August 2018



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