Thursday, November 09, 2006

the English exlplorer

The English Explorer.

The sea is tobacco yellow, but I can see
seals they are yellow too, except whales.
An explorer on his way from Antarctica,
drags a sledge behind him, no dogs must
have run out of provision. He stops, lights
a cigarette, the aroma of Turkish blend,
wafts through the south pole. Speaks with
a posh accent, shows me his scars after
a bypass operation, feign interest, ask him
for a cigarette. Heart patients, on an ice floe,
we smoke and talk about the weather.

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