Banjo

It was ‘83
I remember the ritual rolling up
down shotgun alley
before the live poetry readings
at the Globe
the drug taking is vivid
the details subsequent to those rituals
fade into the haze of illucidity
I can’t recall if we went on Tuesdays
or Thursdays, but it was a ‘T’ day
then after the poetry
it was afters at Just Desserts,
and after the afters
we are back in the flat
where I listen to
your live poetry before bed
“Put a little sugar
on your eyeballs baby
and look at me
sweet like you do”