Sex, Drugs And Rock And Roll 1967 Poem by Terry Collett

We lay
on the grass
in St James' Park
Nima and I.

Beneath a hot sun
and pale blue sky.

Wish there was
some place
we could go
she said
somewhere
we could go
and have sex.

Yes wish
there was
I said.

People passed by
on the path
kids played
on the grass
in their childhood
world and games.

Ducks and drakes
swam on the water
over the way.

Remember that time
we had that room
over by Charing Cross
and the landlady
came up
and you opened
the door
in your underpants?
Nima said.

I can't forget
the look
on her face
I said
with a smile.

You still off
the drugs?
I said.

She moved
her head
and stared at me
so far
she replied.

She was back home
at her parents' place
out of the hospital
with the nurses
and quacks.

Bought
that Beatles' LP
she said
looking back
at the sky.

I studied her
rising and falling
breasts beneath her
red tee shirt
her hands
behind her head.

Is it any good?
I said
wishing we
were in some bed
not here on the grass.

It's fabulous
she said
played it over and over
much to my parents'
disapproval.

I recalled
that night
in that cheap
hotel room
and watching her
slow taking off
clothes removal.