He's drawing it trite
with a pink heart on
(essential sign painter
caressing the cream into a taper)
the card shop window.
I'm writing it Triton,
the sea that seeps
one half drop of eye corner.
Why, I'm motherless.
Though I dream you even more
the other side of the world
than I do in Crewe.
Again in Cambridge, Carlyle Road,
you're having a Christmas party.
If I'm lucky, I won't remember
I've bought no presents,
or get none
but this present
of dream presence.
Foot steps down, and Do-si-do
in Virus dance, distance-enhance
the passing folks upon the footpath so.
Its all a slow kerfuffle-shuffle.
You would laugh - and rightly so.
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For your ultimate pleasure the extended version of Rolling Stones: "Time Waits for No One" Jagger and Richards
