An Objective List
Sad Café – on constant play in the smallest room at 10 Scholey Avenue – don’t move your feet or an arm will jump
One small beer at 8.15am – the café in Barcelona where we had breakfast number 2 – one sweet roll and a long black coffee
Weak sunshine
Large glasses – reflecting always - good
One silver head – a point of discussion
Two red and yellowed eyes – hopefully never discussed but maybe provoking disgust
One angel
Two platform shoes
A pair of white tights
Below a bouncing halo on Carre del Carme
A blue wax bowl, scooped out, light filled
Orange ones burning in the chilly field - a Norwegian tomato farm
The gas man
The farmer
The son
The past and the present overlooking the sea
The stink of the loo – poo & pee compost
One espresso – 3.15pm
Lunch - 11.45am, always
One man, spinning on his head
Watching
Balancing
Ready to topple, cava-filled into the sea over the wall with Freddie and Montserrat
Past the big curve
Looping the loop
Doing the do
Small envelopes, long letters, a marathon
The diving board
Nameless books, nameless novels, misnamed garments, an armadillo, a carapace, a mistake
Kept, celebrated, a convent
Mister Sock-man