My feet are cold; should I put the heat on?
Too late now; bedtime's near; I'll warm up there
Under the covers; maybe keep socks on
Tonight I could do with a hot water
Bottle, like days of old. Snowy winter
In a seventies Midland town. Torchlight
Allowing me to read. A transistor
Radio playing John Peel til midnight
Sham 69, Pere Ubu, Banshees might
Be playing. Voices beneath the nylon
Echo even today as I lie here
A lifetime away, preparing for night
Once more, having drifted, often alone...
Warm socks... Tomorrow I might buy a pair
Tue 26 Oct
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