Poem: ‘Our Undersea World’
Stephen Knight, 1 September 1983
The trick (he tells me) is to sleep till one O’clock then watch the television.In the corner of his murky bedroom There is always a swirl of colour:
T-shirts; smoke threading from an ashtray to The light; shoes; anemones thrivingOn the wreck of the Torrey Canyon; our Chancellor raising the Budget box.