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Sport 20: Autumn 1998

Dreaming of a Dead Man

Dreaming of a Dead Man

Not so long ago in a drooping
house we smoke dope together

You're in your yellow tie-dyed
singlet, so thin from too much

heroin but still my hero and me
green as the leaves laughing

at light falling through a window
We puff up our pigeon-chests

fool with words, your electric
laugh more shocking by the second