There is dissonance

There is dissonance

Between then and now

The wind is a force

Too far

Too angry

Whipping mischievously

At unsuitable clothing

Shards of stone

Piercing flesh

Hard as it is

To remember

The reason for being here

We all lean into it

Buy into the pretence

Beauty in abstract

Cable cars sway

It could be set to music

Wagnerian grandeur

Too much is made of it

The hot cup

To warm up

Hands clasped tightly together

Tourism for pleasure

Wish you were here

Scrawled on a postcard

Stuck to the fridge

Whatever happened

In between times

As much as I care

I wonder about likely lads

And spritely old lags

Lactic acid

Burning holes in soft tissue

Old dears with paper-thin skin

Bruising for pleasure

Climbing is not always social

It is survival

Every breath is a success

Mountains can be

As forbidding as the end of a bed

Remember this

When you are comatose

After too many sherbets

Smile please

Say cheese.