poetry

LAST QUARTER'To ask for a passport form.And now he lives across the street'Smoking up a hashish storm.'This was the first time I'd heard thatwordUsed in public and branded aloud.I looked about, but nobody was listeningThey were all in their own hashishcloud.'You looking for somewhere to stay,luv?I've plenty of space at my place, if youlike?'She looked into my eyes, red and blazingAnd I saw great fires of lust,But I panicked and burst into a blush -'No thanks, I've an Uncle I have to lookup!'She seemed disappointed, yet took itwell,I had my coffee, and a crumpet with jamAnd she pointed with a wave of herhand'You'll find your uncle's street across thetracks.'I took that as a sign ......That I wouldn't have to walk very far.How wrong I was, I got lost!I walked in circles until darkness fell,Till the smell of fish and chips drove mewild.I scoffed a supper, and threw the bag toa dogWhich whimpered when it found thepaper empty,But it being such a nice English dog,It didn't even give me a parting growl.I was tempted to take him home withme,But I didn't have a home myself.At last I found Uncle Jock's house,I knocked on the door, it sounded soloud,The echo vibrated down the wholestreet -All red brick, and green doorsAnd white lace, and curtainsThat moved, and threw bolts of light atme.It was like being suspected of murder,But it was only students watching forthe police.The door creaked open, a figure appearedAnd slowly came forward into the light.I smiled and spoke 'Hello, Uncle Jock'.I wrote, I hope you got my letter alright.''Robbie-boy!' he gasped in great delight'The devil has brought you into mygrasp.Come-in, come-in, I've got friends over.Bill, Tom, Pete and lovely Frances.'And straightway from the company Igot the ideaMy Uncle Jock was no nancy-dandy,All his friends were weirdoes,Painters, poets, bums and dancers.Frances was the local queen of aerobicsAnd Uncle Jock was her fancy man andlover.That night the world exploded.Frances made me take off all myclothes,Then Uncle Jock said 'Here, take these.Two little bluies. You'll never be thesame.'He told me that it was LSD,But I thought nothing of it at the time,122