lanzarote iii.

lizard pulse pathos 

and egrets on the gravel cut

fling a ring around the thing 

regret declined burrata 

fact checked on carbon i rediscover 

archaeomagnetic dating,

did you know the poles

will switch

and north will

become south.

prohibito biciclette

celestial waves 

lapping rusty mounds 

baps boobing

a breasty boundary 

round emphysema 

cowboy country 

before i went on the bike holiday i’d had a period of poor health that culminated in a trip to the hospital and a spinal tap. i was on medication for migranes, but it made me sluggish and slowed my heart rate down, so i started the last climb of the day a bit ahead of my pals in case i struggled. i was fine, but i got lost and had to reroute my way back and i went over some very sketchy ‘gravel’ roads. quite stressful. being lost in the desert alone is not what i hope for.