Efes and The Palm Tree.
For the Dalston girl.

I held her close, like Swayze in Ghost
Not that I’ve even seen it,
Hearts, new, full as the cashier
The guvnor said he’d found in the canal

As a joke.

Old carpet, old lino and flat icy beer—
New eye contact, chubby stomach-smalls,
Potting balls to both of our surprise, with

Lovely eyes.

Efes and The Palm Tree— it was lovely,
We could have been lovely, and in some ways

Still were.