55

What happened when you first listened to the 88?

I wrote my first poem. Would you like to hear it?

the boy with the aubergine hair

pensive, uncertain
a tarot deck fool

eyes fixed
on the butterfly

with hesitant first steps
& only his knapsack

to weigh him down
(not a cliff face in sight)

he begins his journey
like a Minuit song

restless, independent
in search of a break

with hardly a care
dreaming of loops