Under the road
Under the freeway
Under the grass
Under the abandoned building
Under the contaminated soil
Under the ground
Under the memory of industrial breakdown
Under the night sky with no moon
Under the wire
Under the fence
Under the view of those in charge
Within a spontaneous art gallery of tags
In a concrete ampitheatre
Illuminated by a chandelier of tea lights placed in plastic cups
Is the party.
Find the hole in the fence and bring a torch.
This is a poem by my friend and poetic collaborator Di Cousens, and she's kindly gave me permission to include it here on the blog. She sent this to me as a response to my 30th birthday held a few days back.
Thanks again Di, I really love the poem (oh and the Belgian Chocolates went down a treat too, you'll be happy to know).