In evening colour I strolled in shades of neon,
where four Buddhas sat on luminous beams,
art fraudsters paved the streets with spray
under moonlight bathed in tangerine light.
I watched urchin children scavenge from restaurant bins
as pick-pockets rest in bistro lounges,
as jilted shadows of veering motorbikes
jeering the pathway to the locked shutters of Eden.
Walking the vast square of peering stones
I heard the bottles from drunks holler at clay monuments,
catching a train from graffiti cubes of stale smoke
I watched buildings gather like chariots of distant brick.
From the nose of Monaco I stared at rich gardens
with golden bays, a hurdle of sunlight stews the vision
from the fragile mounts of polished white rock.
I watched the daily gauntlet of suntanned extroverts
strolling promenades with pouting exuberance,
I saw sun glassed mermaids streched out on sun-loungers
sipping noisettes in Spring’s tender sun trap.
While a ocean peeled its blighted waves of coral
boats lay in swaying bouts of sublime sleep,
among the slight grace of blackened windscreens
I rest with the cold remains of flaying wonder.
ALL POEMS BY MJ DUGGAN.
Excellent! Really felt like I was there.