It Is Dusk In The Border Town

 

 

It is dusk in the border town

A man returned to his home

He is shocked to discover it engulfed in flames of desire

 

It is dusk in the border town

The man we are watching slowly lifts his coffee cup

The stars explode with anticipation

 

It is dusk in the border town

The beautiful woman smiles enigmatically

A passing dog murmurs something in Chinese

 

It is dusk in the border town

A nude woman can be seen on the church tower

Slowly she is covered in ice

 

It is dusk in the border town

The dreamers shout out their defiance

As they write the words freedom and love on their eyelids

 

It is dusk in the border town

Revolution stalks the classrooms

Whilst the alchemists make their way to the séance

 

It is dusk in the border town

Despite the outrageous lightning

Nothing is revealed

 

It is dusk in the border town

Logic and reason meet with chance and the unconscious

And the moment is caught in a flake of pure blood

 

It is dusk in the border town

The air burns with unconscious desires

As the lovers cast off their shadows

 

It is dusk in the border town

We wander the streets between the real and the imagined

Somewhere a council bureaucrat is hallucinating

 

It is dusk in the border town

A woman lifts her skirt as she sips her rioja

A heron flies from the burning river

 

It is dusk in the border town

The disgraced nun places her tired shadow on the ground

While the sun and moon kiss and declare their love

 

It is dusk in the border town

Somewhere a young man reads Breton’s ‘Free Union’ for the first time

Along Backfold Hope strolls hand-in-hand with Desire

 

 

11 September 2014

Spain

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