I dreamt of girls with hair like windlasses
lowering me into wellshafts, retrieving cold buckets of darkness.
you won't see 50 they say
but i saw it baby. i saw it
like a broken fluorescent
outside a public toilet
bespattered on the ground it hurt
and Mercury himself, out of his dust
had got away, had aimed his car
and was gone, laughing. He was travelling far.
Caleb Cluff
Majorca 1/5/07
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