Post-Wimbledon Blues at the Swinton Hotel
Sweaty under foot
Taking magic outside
London is arriving
As I fade
My feet crack back
Into pleasant games
Of clinical bleeding
Toe tennis dazzles
Without the smell of the sea
Agoraphobia at the Swinton Hotel
Housekeeper drops
Spoons milk
Balances clean
Cups fresh
Water wishes
Me a well
Seven and eight stories of Fiji in Sloane
I rode the wrong way
To catch the Circle
Walked past history
Trying to access wifi
Going to educate myself
On empire
No one notices
Fijians smiling for photographs
Te Ariki Campbell’s boys crying
Vulnerability in the best practices
Of the British Army
Empire
Ended
Empire
Changed
In King’s Cross while...
1.
I can see Fiji
being pressed
At Amstore
2.
MOD is not calling
3.
Sandhurst not calling
4.
Sean and the kids, not
Today
5.
Obama’s trail
Leads to London
6.
Pukerua’s poems
Fly over handlebars
7.
Paekakariki’s taste
Good on the tongue