ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Not Knowing Where I Was, I Knew where I WasNot knowing where I was I suddenly knew where I was (with you) - the moon in my heart fell up to my throat There were columns of light A bus 19 Later I realised – Hyde Park Corner! The quiet world Shone Like it was about to be rubbed out (as it was) Potential was there – like a fresh opened yoghurt pot And you - were you clothed or bare? Not knowing where I was I knew where I was - with you giggling like the hem of a skirt brushed over a step, inside petals, inside fruit (she wore stripes and I wore a turban) then we danced. . . . . . it was in the sandpit and I played in like I had not played in it since before I was a baby The bum’s delight delight the bum - hold a party with loads of beer at a quarter to one - say “anyone can come” It was in the duckpond there I was eating chocolate mice and dancing to the tunes of Mme Anorexia and the Queen - blowing my mind with Michael - (Not knowing where he was, I knew where he was) |
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