CITTA VIOLENTA

HH0TTTTEEST G!RLLS EVER

It's suddenly spring and everybody wants to tear off ties and bicker and kiss in wine bars.

There's sweat, hot breath, perfume, tension. Lonely black walls with tags and torsos ripped down. Somewhere in this city, surely, there's got to be

Oh No! The sun is too hot so let's wait for the breeze tonight or until we get sand between toes, tanned legs, salty hair. We're reading bikini lines off backs and freckles show up and skin peels

therefore we're acclimatised.

But. No. Wait. City walls wilt in heat and despite the dreadful congestion there's nobody around to share it with so generate a couple of dreams and maybe they will occur now and then.

Espresso in the shade, a dark bob with white cheeks and extra-pink lips plus terse smile.

Or, catch nails half-painted with star bolts and cresent moons. She hid them so fast I wasn't quite sure I did. Doesn't matter

effect sustained. She threw me a look and I caught it and then dropped it

dashed it all over the floor.

Running along the road in high heels and black tights she's holding up her skirt and she made an impression

didn't she. didn't she.

Except no one except in the creased coat...

I love this it's better than hate and if this is your fate then take it but otherwise carry on and don't count down time whatever you do don't think of anything and just wait and don't think about it

a bus range a route to go and meet at the other end we'll grab dinner or something
maybe each other

for a drink after work and hit a stride and go home tonight and wait days maybe
maybe not

let me share the sunlight at least and not digest it alone there's too much of it to waste

gaze and gaze again

who makes you go

OH MY GOD WHIP ME I'M DREAMING

I like her because she walks into things and because she wears glasses and takes them off to let her hair down.

I like her because I've yet to speak to her about rubbish love and other sly traps but not much longer if ever

To have a rendezvous with infinity will be the ultimate in human achievement.
Norman Cousins

Picking orange daffodils in minefields.

On an old Soviet ME-8 helicopter flying deep into Laos.

Out to a Red Sea resort on the Sinai Peninsula.

Waiting to book a room in the Ryugyong Hotel.

Exquisite ice flowers and blue lips in Greenland.

On a Silversea verandah, sailing down the Amazon.

In Corfu smashing crockery on Easter Sunday.

Driving to St Tropez in an MG with the canvas down.

Scaling sea mounts and watching whale sharks.

Illegal whale hunting in the Azores.

Eating roots and drinking rum in Prague bars.

Fun with Jordan Maze in a bath at Hotel Pariz.

Months in a Tunisian hotel multiplex with golf clubs and gin.

Dancing in mountain storms and gulping white liquor.

Unpacking slide-action rifles in a colonial-style guest house.

Hopping around the Ionian Islands like a flea.

Having a lovely time on the Golan Heights.

Wet t-shirts on the 38th Parallel.

Following the Moon along the Great Wall of China.

Flirting with a 40-something on a train to Milan.

White wine spritzers freeze at the summit of K-2.

Ultra-violet rays wash skin with vitamins.

Shooting eagles against cyclones in Arizona.

Looking down on galleys from a dusty side street in Rhodes.

Back in the shade for Feta cheese and olives and arguments.

Dribbling spittle onto black sand in Tenerife.

Sweating out fever and fun on Cockatoo Island.

Attacked by a tiger while napping in a military jeep.

Backpack full of biscuits and maps.

Courting an Inuit on a quick stopover.

Hurtling face-first down Swiss slopes.

Horseback riding on the West Coast.

Watching seasons change on the Channel Islands.

Affordable prices in Thai bars.

A small haven of enemy fire in the Khugan valley.

A pilgrimage to the centre of the site map.

The latest Vasco da Gama:

I will see everything because it's on my itinerary

There's no there, there.
Gertrude Stein

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