joe,you said why
i did nt write a poem about
you

i know that´s not to
say i should but it
is sunday

and i am making falafel
and listening to hawkwind
and i am a bit ******

so here goes..i won´t post it
cause she is the jealous type..
that night in your cardboard box

was nearly the death of me
it began,with you trying to burn
a hole in my cardigan..i held your arm..

and we said hello..we went back to yours
a shanty around the factory
in your cardboard box we had *** and

in the silence laughed and it was cold..
though ok..i nearly died..
it was so cold..