Friday 3 February 2012

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

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