Limbo in a Robinson's pub, abolished or not

A totem to tiny dancing flies.

 

Ravens and stones on the road to Athens

Where the tarmac took the skin from my knee,

i still feel something move that shouldn't

 

Music with either the overpowering heat or the snow

in the background changes the meaning of the gig

 

Smoke twisted in the Raven's eyes. The dove laughed while the hawk sharpened his talons

and through the window Glen Campbell ponders a small vacation..

 

No, I don't use drugs the poet responded, unless you count words as my drugs.

 

Grim but good disco all night

in the circle of poets no-one knew where to begin or where to end.

 

On a night that London is one degree cooler than Cairo

It's madness! I need a nightboat to Cairo....

 

Homeric accents in demotic Starbucks.