Archive | January 2014

I’m Fine

Saint Jean Pied de Port
I’m fine when I’m
by the water,
fine when I’m
by the artificial stream
in the park atop the
old city walls
overlooking the Pyrenees
and Basque villages
and horses their
heads down
tucking into grass
in the air
that’s still pure
and the manmade stream
is just as
beautiful as that
which belongs to nature
down below where
the stray cats play
and I’m fine when
I hear the cold and
heavy droplets nourishing
the purified rocks and
I’m fine when I
hear the tide swishing in
and swishing back out
again and the breeze
is only gentle and I’ve
already decided that
I’m calling in sick when
the morning kisses me
cos to ignore the
water’s awe and to
abandon this time and
tide would be an even
greater crime and thus
I wouldn’t feel
so fine.

– Lennie Bezwik


As My Eyelids Flicker

In my sleep I
return to Paris
I return to the
summer of that
golden year,
in this dream
I speak in
Portuguese to
Brazilian travellers
and barely recall
my mother tongue,
in my chest I
can feel a longing
with beer cans
on the grass by
the Eiffel tower,
in my head I
am being knocked
into the reality of
daily life by
heavy fists
of the cold morning
as my eyelids flicker for
another bout of work
and cling to this
dream of
being back in Paris
as a 21 year old
lonesome traveller
an open spirit
filled by curiosity
innocence naivety
inexperience and
a wide eyed glance
at sparkling lights
bouncing off Parisian
windows above the
winebars and cafes
at midnight.

– Lennie Bezwik

The Fall

and only beer
can save us
from the
fall as our
arms and legs
swing and kick
the air
futilely fighting
to go on
and others don’t
look down but
look up and
smile at birds
yet we all hit
the same
solid fate and
it’s over
before you can
count to

– Lennie Bezwik

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