SPG (29/10/1987 / Solihull, England)


There, on the beach in the strong winds
And the rain, I sat, Mac-hood pounding
The back of my head and wrote a poem.
It was, quite simply the greatest thing
I have ever written. A summation of
All of my moments in perfect form.

But the wind blew too hard,
And it was washed out to sea.

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