Subterfuge

This poetry was published in the 'London Grip' magazine.

A sandal thrown into the gutter
A knife kept on a kitchen counter
Long lines outside the departmental store
A shrill noise in the silence of a power cut

To have an idea or to be completely clueless
about life, about love, about yourself
A life lived too fast as if in a daze
The blue seas bank heavily on the steady beaches

The last eagle over the lighthouse
flies in a descending spiral

A touch of velvet, and then of thorns
Blue eyes in a pure white face

A square made out of circles
proving nothing’s what it seems
Inside out is outside in
A calender goes on and on, for pages