Phuket

And suddenly understand you're underwater Flapping, snap-coral beneath someone's paradise Bung-lusting rope towards parallax sunslick then smacking the sole of your swollen left foot with an empty Coke bottle, the driver's advice While cursing the urchins in firstling jerk Tagalog. Later your friends bring you sell-by-date strawberries candour and candlesticks joysticks and carrot cake. Jim makes you laugh till you don't. And so soon you consider the maximum age for dancing half naked in half-light. In the gaps you must wonder whether good folk seek heaven because it's a lie, or deny it because it isn't. Back in the suburbs the sun is on holiday Locksmiths are busy, the elderly cold I don't mind the rain, which feels like connection Singing Roy Orbison, so near the fold