Written during 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