The water is cold here
Everything smells of pilchards
A girl called Annette asks
In her stupid accent;
"What are all the books for?"
So I say;
"Well - they're for reading."
I sip grey, sour tea and wonder
Whether your past connections
(All the minor affairs and affections)
Are as phoney as mine are sorid
I want to be in your warm waves
(High and low creative motion)
Near Pierre Cardin after-shave
and avacado lotion.
(18th October 1984)
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