If this poem was made of metal it would be an alloy. It combines a number of unrelated images and transforms them into a coherent [I hope] whole.
SWITCH
unexpectedly half way through the film
the plot twisted to mirror
certain events from his history
he sat in the darkness
once more
tasting his own indecision
looking out of the glass doors of the foyer
he thought the afternoon light had taken on the cast of the sea
the car park a washed-out watercolour
he was silent all the way home
I remember I was sat in a café with a couple of free hours in front of me when an image came to mind and over a glass of beer resolved into this enigmatic poem. It must chime deeply with me because it appears often on my performing list.
Here's the Wave Pictures with an old song. They have a new album out and are touring in the autumn.
Until next time.
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