TASTING HIS OWN INDECISION

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.