Vatican Blues (from ‘old stone’)


Vatican Blues

(taken from ‘old stone‘)

at each bottle-necked corridor it’s one step forward, two steps back. the tour groups are a mass of wandering cattle, linked by their brightly coloured transistors. they bump into us, rigid, processional, lacking a sense of purpose and trampling ghosts of the past. occasionally an arm steals above the din and at its top, like a star on a Christmas tree, is the unblinking eye of a camera. it makes its theft and retracts in shame

sweat beads
we stake out
the open window

 

vatican

 

 

old stone – a mock up

Last night I spent some time messing around with covers, and came up with this for a future release. I don’t have a home for this MS yet, nor a solid title but I did have fun making it.

I wanted a thematic link between this and between giants because they both feature travel pieces, hence another image of the amazing Colosseum!

old stone - mock up

And here’s a couple of (possibly familiar) pieces that might appear in the collection:

shuffling over old stone
the echo
of tour guides

you are trying to sleep
and I am Coltrane’s sax
steeped in sound

en route

The ultra cheerful sound of The Asteroids Galaxy Tour chirps from the radio as our driver sets his tanned hands on the wheel. His sleeves are rolled up over the wrist, where a wealth of dark hair lives like localised forest. He does not move his shoulders much, but to roll them occasionally. Twice he gestures to the green range of Monte Cerreto, to tell us that Amalfi is on the other side.

He does not mention the columns of smoke that pour from different spots on the mountain, coloured slow. They grow as if exhaled by dragons buried deep in the earth, perhaps smuggled over Byzantine trade routes from beyond the sea. We stare out the window, catch glimpses of bright scales glittering on waves.

narrow way –
black garbage bags
tied to fences