I am reading Isherwood – on
New Year’s Eve – close to ‘23
[a quiet day as a single man
in a quiet year] – Tom Ford’s
crush is documented – mine
is well unwritten – my offers
seem to be turned back – In
one of those antique stores
full of bric-a-brac I dig out a
signed first edition of Banks
& pay a tenner – enough – In
my raincoat I dash between
overhangs & downpours – a
county of floods is Sussex &
I pray for more – There is no
grace [no debonair ways] in
this town of wet commuters