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Monday, 1 April 2024

Abreast The Iron Radiator

I lay there sideways

Frying inside, lying on the floor

You were there

Lying somewhere, beyond the wall


Candles in the window

Silk, silk sheets, sunken satin bed

We lay apart, together yet miles away

You lie next door


Maybe that is all

All you ever wanted

To sleep alone, sleep for sure

Beyond those crazy midnight calls


Then the curse moved in with the treasure

Was it alcohol

Or was it rock and roll

Or was it just, just for sexual pleasure


In that museum place

A shelter, a rest

Away from London’s pouring roaring rain

Alongside the dinosaur


Abreast the iron radiator

You fondled my balls

My fondled balls

Were put to your test


Before long we were lovers

Restaurant tables

Vomiting at the seashore

Caught up completely


We were little mother-fuckers

Now it’s over, it’s gone, it’s over

Our stations are cold

Our dreamscapes we’ve strolled


We’ve created bronze from gold

Yet still the physical goes on

Last rites

Even after it’s over