they say a time machine wouldn’t
be possible
but that’s *******
I’ve got a clock

this is where I live
I’d ask you in
but it’s a mess

glad I never met george orwell
since he’d have despised me for
being a weak liberal and well
yeah he’d have been about right

I’m drunk
feel your

contempt
so not

quite drunk
enough     ..

when I was a kid I got a sixpence
a week for
pocket money, plus the beano
every
saturday
and then, suddenly, they
brought in decimalisation
and a sixpence no longer existed,
and I’ve worried about
money
ever since   ..

we rented a room
so cold we went to bed
with our clothes on,
but not for long

sitting at a pavement table
   of a turkish café
  near the gare de l’est

feel myself hunch
  like a dishevelled pigeon
over lunch, the waiter

asks for our order,
     naturally in french
and I ask “parlez vous anglais?”

     he enquires if we’re dutch,
               or quite possibly deutsch    ..
guess it doesn’t matter much