..pass me a beer

there’s no precision here.

freedom filters through the tropic sun

and rum

(exams – when were they?)

the day’s maze,

where is here?

rum, beer.

young Europe plays

pauses, dreams.

the teaching bad,

native food a bore,

cockroaches,

books a chore.

these kids take more.

volcanoes, dive rocks,

decode the reefs,

roll spliffs.

tomorrow is an email to the wrong address.

oh, pass me a beer.

catch bold indecision here

Liz Callingham