TOWER OF GIN

think back

to the alley

where mum met me after school

there was old carpet there

and 

a cub leader

they are warm thoughts of the 70s

but i 

feel weirdly tearful

at any memories at all on the back doorstep of the one storey

tower of gin

dawn

and nights crisp skin is star pricked with silver holes

i am 

a concentrated tower of gin

a conceptual tower of gin

the radio is a soul giant

a real king of the barn yard

and 

dawn night is flowing

over my 

cold

dome