imagine
In a moment
in a smoke
in a drink
zips, buttons and laces
all left on ground
look after that for me
adam is out the terrace
an onto the field of dreams
a stage of
cold concrete
wet grass
Only wearing his weekend wings
floating towards the kop end
a tattooed cherub
has come to bless us all
a wall of jeans
shower me in lager
an lock me up
the angel points to the screen
he has a message
look look
it’s really me
arms open wide
then as quickly as they arrived
they’re off
gone gentle
