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.