iii

then with a bit of old
rope i tied the afore
mentioned in the middle
and made a divide
between the cab
and the back..

fastening it to the
crescent with some tacks..
it smelled of paint for years..
especially in the cold..
a supply of chopped wood
sat on the passenger seat..

i released the knot and it
fanned like a dream of new orleans..
i read and resisted madness
in the spring the tulips won..

in the evening i got ******
with the paper girl..
listened to radio four..
and sat by the canal
hey claudia..!
she told her parents  over
dinner..