Banyoles
Banyoles
With borrowed funds
And broken hearts
We hitched a ride with the country’s realm,
Running, stupefied with pungent balm.
Through London swarms and Navy shops
We lavished on ponchos
And swagger.
We met an astronaut that day,
On a bus to Barcelona.
We set up camp in a heavenly place,
And bathed in golden waters.
We revelled in gallons of cheap red wine
Told tales of woe to jesters.
Firecrackers were in the air
And bursting at our feet.
Packs of running chaos, too.
What were we supposed to do?
As the tents came down we took our leave
And sped to Perpignan.
Poor, we scuttled for food and ate from cans
And busked a ty ditty.
‘Je dorm’, he said
from stolen bed,
overnight, non-stop to gay Paris.
The spaceman had given us advice
And today we would pursue it.
Some they scorned and looked away
Some bet us we’d not do it.
A bottle of rum secured it though,
Us Champagne Stowaways!
And at the bar we heroes revelled,
Auras bright above.
The night was full of sculptured fear,
Of fluid dreams, of love.
But at the edge appeared and shone,
A hundred songs of long.
We scampered fast across the city
And took the mad man’s lift.
At Bristol ships we parted,
With money for a beer.
We’d courted with the devil,
With vagabonds and cheats
We’d grown in awe and stature
And landed at his feet.
Copyright © Simon Lavers | Year Posted 2018
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