Viola and I were sitting in the shelter of a deep breakwater

Which was cutting off the chilly northern wind

Whereas above us the visitors were wearing winter coats

We were wearing our summer rags

I was wearing a azure tee shirt and cotton shorts

Which were displaying my tanned legs to a great advantage

Viola was wearing a vest which had once been produced

As a tie in for a Frankie Goes to Hollywood tour

But the original message had faded and she had added her own

Gender Fluid Time Traveller

We were discussing coffee as we soaked up the sun

I poured it from my Frankie Goes to Hollywood flask

 

In the distant future you will not find coffee

You will find tea and other stimulants but not coffee

Only in TK4 which was once Namibia can you find coffee 

Elsewhere it is banned for reasons lost in time

This is my first taste of coffee for thousands of years 

 

Viola sipped her coffee with a complete care

It was almost poetical watching her theatre

 

Do you realise Viola that the waitress is Holly Johnson’s daughter 

She is the one serving hot drinks to that ancient coach party 

 

I would like to meet her can you introduce us 

She is stone deaf so you will have to sign 

 

On TK78 Holly Johnson is treated like Buddha 

TK78

Siam 

His writings are almost worshipped without reason 

TK78 is such a fascinating state 

The people are so chilled 

There is no crime 

Nobody is persecuted

And there is an endless supply of Frankie Goes to Hollywood vests and tee shirts

I have many all in pastel colours 

It sounds dreamy Viola 

It is 

Then why did you leave 

I had no choice 

Time Travel 

Yes 

Gender Fluidity 

That did not matter 

Indeed this graffiti is not mine 

Coffee 

That was the deciding factor 

 

Shall we paddle 

We will be in the wind 

That does not matter 

We are not alone 

I know 

Who is he 

A poet 

Do you know him 

Very well 

He is staring out to sea 

He always does that 

Is he well 

Very 

Sound of mind 

The jury is out on that one 

Why do you say that 

Because he thinks that his bicycle writes his poetry for him

Bluebell is the true poet 

Bluebell

Bluebell is his bicycle 

You can see it over there leaning up against the breakwater 

Does he like coffee 

Very much 

He is quite tanned 

I love his sandy hair 

But he looks sad 

He always looks sad 

What is the source of his sadness 

He also thinks that he is Holly Johnson’s other daughter 

But in fact he is six years older than the singer 

 

I spent a few minutes paddling in the sea with Viola

But the combination of the wind and the cold water

Soon drove us back to our refuge in the shade of the breakwater

 

How long do you expect to stay Viola

I do not have a clue 

Twenty Five years 

Twenty Five days 

Twenty Five minutes 

Twenty Five seconds I do not know 

 

Viola looked above the pebbled ridge of stones

 

Is that house for sale 

Which one 

The green one 

It appears so 

They I will buy it 

Houses in this coastal village are terribly expensive 

That is no obstacle 

Then let us approach the agent and register our interest