Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Sunday, 17 February 2013


Taking you too when I set off
Both ghosts with me today
For some reason I can’t shake
So we walk to the pier and turn east
The sea
I wish across it momentarily
But that would be France
And not the right place
The only boats out in the chop
Are training 
They seem to be beaten
From this distance
By this wind
You are not interested
Yet patient lumps in my skull
As they tack away on liquid hills
That give ungenerously
Causing a static progress
None of us are going backwards

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