Monday, March 17, 2008

So, that was then,
and this is now.
I remember…
you, like
a warm English day.

You took the piss.
Letting me down
hills in my pram.
Pretending you
had died. In any
given afternoon.
I kicked a football
Into boiling water.
You told me
they went to the moon
in my damp, damp room
You are always.
You are always.
Pretending or not.
Alive.
I remember you,
like a warm English day.

Letting me down
hills in my pram.


1926-2008

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