The super yachts are drifting
adrift in loose flotillas
a broken necklace
crewless under false flags
*
It's Krug and caviar again
Krug and caviar
and whatever they can trade
*
At night they party hard
what else is there to do?
*
The sound of music
Balkan disco
bright shatterings
occasional gunshots
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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