Mersey-side blues
Three-track radio
Singing to myself
"It's a lovely day"
The lock tinkled thrice
And the creak of the door
Silenced the mice
And rats
I was inside.
Rain-soaked walls
Cried shallow tears
At the liquid tremmors
from my leather boots
And the fountains from the ceiling
Cleansed my careworn face.
Small rivulettes to trace
To the puddled floor.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
On being inside time
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