The World as I found it.

A cold lonely Night in Hammersmith London about 1988

In the shadows under streetlights I hear footsteps behind me I turn into the cold stone night Who follows me? The hovering moon glows dimly And the world is the way I found it Phantoms crawl the asphalt This nagging night it hounds me Who am I What sort poems should I write The canoe moon sails behind me And the world is just the way it is I want to see the stars This clouded evening folds me streets grin about me empty The world is the way I found it Here is my house Key in the lock I open the door The clock ticks in the hall Everything is the way it is Where it fell The way I left it Dripping tap Purring cat Kitchen night On my lap I stroke and pat The cat tonight