Tap has sprung a leak.

Tap has sprung a leak

The soothing sound of a water boat
kept calling me
to the future
home of claude monet
where the trees
painted like little balls of icing
on top of a cake
spoke sweetly in french
three words

live
dream
escape

Dont go on the terrace
no you musnt go on the terrave
the police will come and get you

i want to smoke on the terrace
you cant smoke on the terrace

This is the road i wanted to go down, yesterday
Underneath the blue sky way
down hill
rue du malubauge
flash forward
1200 years

Jacob the bear, beggar footed wandered the street, his hand behind his back moved from his hip to his bald head, Jacobs other hand held in place, his grey rug which, apart for his trousers, was the only possesion he had.

Jacobs short hair curled and his skin was browned crisp by the sun. As he walked along the rad Jacob looked every so often, flickering for the ends of ciggerette stubbs still smouldering to light his last.
His blanket, grey and bobbled, he wore like a kingly robe, as he wandered through the moving sea of colour that was the people.

It was like being an underwater anomaly. All the people were fish, with different shimmering scales, some went higher, some went lower. Up or down. They moved togethor, some in schools, some with a different style of grace altogether.

This constant movement was like swimming in the sea of the moons tides, a flowing river that flows both ways constantly circling.

Apart for those that stop at the sides, who are like the blobbery ferns, beautifull underwater flaura to match the gorgeous wonder of the fauna. Its rare in this sea to see anyone that goes against the constantly moving tide, dancing back and forth with jarring steps, like jacob the beggar, no direction, like the circular river in the sky. It would be strange, a strange sight to see, a fish deciding to stop, in the middle, and let its school move on, whilst it remained. Still, motionless.

Curious, how many more will stop in the middle, sit down on the sand beneath the waves, to witness the wondefull sights and sensation happening in the rich colurfull sea.

A bus stops, to let off a local hero. Jacobs bare feet padded along the sun warmed ground towards a crowd of people. For the first time there was a disruption in the flow of traffic. The crowd of various people, children playing and cheering, old people gazing on, fathers mothers, youngsters, boys girls men women, a mix of wise faced locals and tourists in funny hats. Stopped.

They had to stop.
There was a blockage in the road, a dam across the river. A bus had pulled up. The police had erected meatal barriers, photographers camereas flashed clicked and whirred.

The hero of the village had returned.
A fast runner. Winner of the race. Jacob didnt understand why this would stop the flow of the road.

Did she do anything weird,
did you behave yourself
I behaved myself
She behaved herself
Did you shake her hand
I shook her hand, gave her a pat on the head

What happened to the flow
thought Jacob
and he
decided to take a leak
tap tap tap
so that the spring wouldnt dry
the rivers flowed
the moon shone
and as jacob moved
behind tides
the colourfull
fish
again began to
swim in
their schools
dancing togethor
like horses
in the sea
of dreams