memory of a memorys son
&
water from a rose bowl
well june lowered its humid rug
&
the national express from victoria
shed steel & glass for tors
&
beer on the breakfast wind
~
in an anorak ocean
i stood skewwhiff & jaggedy
dusk coming up from out the ground
hoping & fingers crossed & hoping
iggy would show & sing aisha
just for me
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