wake music joint create

off-balanced cast iron table and chairs
heavy, tied down not for vandals but for
mama nature
damn strong, but my tea’s too hot to drink

the slate is busted up pretty good
walked on by pirates ghosts royalty peasants

nothing is ever touched
nothing fixed
nothing made new

the people preach every day exists
as all it does and can do
be only and all you are

quite literally that is all you can do in this life of god’s

that cat strutting on that brick wall been the only creature
that touched it since it was built

chipped up shudders

ivy vines exotic plants hanging in mid-air

tired stone fountain dribbling water from its urn

mosquitos dining on human blood for breakfast

tourist newlyweds capturing everything they can on camera
forgetting to look

broken oil lamps left where they died
only half the ones alive still work

and me right lost in this
eighteenth century spanish courtyard

all pieced together and left
unchanged
like its people
for centuries past
for centuries to come

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(written with pen on paper in paradise)