Sport 20: Autumn 1998
Dreaming of a Dead Man
Dreaming of a Dead Man
Not so long ago in a drooping
house we smoke dope together
You're in your yellow tie-dyed
singlet, so thin from too much
heroin but still my hero and me
green as the leaves laughing
at light falling through a window
We puff up our pigeon-chests
fool with words, your electric
laugh more shocking by the second