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 ashtry to
The light; shoes; anemones thriving
On the wreck of the Torrey Canyon; our
Chancellor raising the Budget box.
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