a lose rhythm of pipe an' drum
floats like a holy trail inside my head
taking me anywhere i don’t care,
maybe to a lost holiday in a distant trance
or to the pure imagination of a desert land
populated by a random circuit of abandoned cars,
it doesn’t matter so long as there’s
the taste of the city within me lifted from the seas
of memory churches flowing through my heart
like a fresh mountain fire
- from Poems from the 90s
