Seeing as I am
sleepy
she decides
...
It’s grim up North
chilly on Adrian’s balls.
a rediscovered Roman rubbish
...
The lonely sax
of “Lilly Was Here”
dances us
...
I iron
our sheets
so painstakingly perfect
...
You harm me
with your beauty
and I am glad
...
My hand
tries to tell the paper
...
As usual
the world
is threaded through me
through television
...
(SECONDS BEFORE)
somewhere in 1970 or so
I remember your smile
...