Ios. . . (On The Way Out) ~ Bob Kesh

Sun scorched dust, where
land meets sky.

We must make it to the top.

Here we are close
to the sun.

We’ll never reach the end.

Just scattered land

across the face of the sea,

we stand
with longing eyes.

After the sun,
is far away.

Take your time.

Scratched blue roof

replace the sky,

as we sail on out.
Against turquoise waves.

This, is how I live
the end of a long life.


A writer and musician from London currently studying at the Faber Academy. Generally nocturnal, he can be found indulging in all the pleasures and pains of the night.

Contact him at bobkesh @ hotmail . co .uk (with no spaces)

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