Charlie Baylis a change of heart in search of alexandra where are you now alexandra? peach cheeked and amber eyed in sahara sand hazy headed among the nectarines a cool school of nordic poets all call where are you now?
where are you now alexandra? tinkerbell’s ashes settle over snow in dover are you walking your octopus down fifth avenue? are you lost under the lantern light of london-luton? he said we’d make no progress he said we’d fail & that he’d make sure where are you now? i’m sorry but i don’t have a part for this line or the next line todd rolls on down the moraine his heart led away in handcuffs, alexandra are you not even going to try to be the poet you could have been? because there is a space for you from the first word to the next arching out over the amber of sahara sand landing softly on your forehead it is true we’ll fail but failure is just the sandwich squashed between the pages of which sandwich magazine which we sit on for comfort as we wind our way back to the city.