Eggman
Didn’t John Lennon
get shot round now?
December…
Feels just about right.
Nineteen eighty what?
Thirty five years ago,
or so,
Swansea,
late slate
afternoon,
around about four.
Got up and switched on the box.
Programme interrupted.
Tchaikovsky piano
concerto repeating, scratched,
the 3rd or 4th.
Man, that was bleak.
Live in one room save on heat.
Never happy, never happy.
Grimbeau 