Cave House Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cave House



I want to live in Spain
In a cave house with cool-white walls
And very few doors
And sit in a tranquil space
Of complete contemplation
Pretending I'm on vacation
That I have escaped civilisation
That the rules that-bind us all
Into a premature hibernation
Are still in a cage
With a claustrophobic dancing bear
About to go into a horrid rage
And decimate anyone
Who says he's a part of the fanfare
And is in favour of X Y Z
I want to lie on a bed
Where the sun doesn't snake through drapes
And when I rise
Soak-up it's light like a grape
Seedless in your sun-kissed flesh
And there slowly watch you once again
Put on your low cut blue flannel dress
Telling me now
How each day feels blessed?

Tuesday, August 6, 2019
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