Skip a Beat

by Dave Lewis

the city lights are shining
through a sky that’s brilliant blue
freaks and fags and fall-downs
look like Doris Day
the feeling is surprising
my heart it…

skips a beat

walking in the footsteps
howling at the ghosts
I’m thinking of my mother
and I’m not 46…

yet

drinking at Vesuvio’s
add Dylan to my Laugharne
topping up my Kinski
Hendrix castles – Muslim sand
the feeling is enlightening
but my heart it…

skips a beat

so until we see the ocean
when it fades back to
now-time
this feeling is my feeling
how can we capture moments?
when there’s nothing permanent
and everyone from Elvis
to Jesus

skips a beat

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