not enough world
bring the fires on the horizon
waterfalls under the sea
the sax that warbles two doors along
the coffee you drank one blue evening
a half bottle of wine
sunglasses on the table
bring all the feasts dreamed of
holidays in the sun
saltwater mirages
and the drums in the dusty early afternoon
a sketch of the moon in chalk
pastels painted by a streetpoet named chaz
lay your wares on the tableÂ
invite the gods of saturn
footsoldiers of pluto
the dudes from andromeda
VIPs from the event horizon
the music you have to hear
and the stuff you’d rather not
the times vivid and those that fade
lone boats in the harbour
a field filled with diamonds
heatstruck hours
this lazy lie-in
LPs stuffed in bargain bins
all those notes fluttering and skittering, a portrait of the galaxies
present, of all this space and beyond;
and there is still not enough world
for me