I don’t remember the bedrooms
Or the stairs
At Ten Brick Row
I am able to recall even less
From Whiteley Terrace
Not even the front door
So it was The Crown, at Birdsedge
Where clarity began
A snooker table, a football field
Back though into a vacuum
At the White Door
Room dividing curtains perhaps
Rotcher is clearer now than then
It was a King Crimson party
In a 1930’s semi-detached
Sadly not to last
On to two houses
A family half in half
Then an upside-down arrangement
A bedroom with a door
Onto a lane going nowhere particularly
Then finally, in this phase of life
A council house, with a window
Up above the front door
Which somehow
Probably pretty well inebriated
I would climb in through
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