Back at the typewriter I
am remembering how to place
one's manhood on the shelter
of paper in front of fire.
Mendelssohn plays on
vinyl, spiralling
Christ! What are you
doing on the cover
lying on my hard wood
floor. I was simply
bowled over down the alley
in Silverburn, formerly known
as Pollock. Then again
I AM from Newlands
just up the road
from Auldhouse.
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