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Man In The Middle Of The Street
The day's noise was draining away in my mind
and the light from behind my eyes
when savage Cypris grabbed a handful of my hair
and yanked me up
and gave me hell, so:
'You, my creature, my cocksman, my gash-hound,
you I catch sleeping alone?
Get on with it!
So I leap up and barefoot, bathrobe flapping,
I rush down every alley in town
and reach the end of none.
Like a man chasing a bus, running one minute,
the next ashamed to run,
afraid to go home,
terrified of looking silly
standing here like this
in the middle of an empty street
hearing not ...