Penny Arcade [antikvár]

I Have Woken This YearI have woken this yearto the delicate half-hght of Devonto the echoing police sirens of this cityin the innocent white lightof the Cheshire countryside.And I have woken in her bed in Berlinin the soft lamplight of dawn on Apo. Paulus -Str.Woken in a four-posterhuge in a huger room in Cambridgean old guestin the Old Guest Roomwoken tothe strange brown unexplained stain on my bedroom ceiling often with you beside meour unexplained stains on the brown bedclothes. I have woken on a train looking at the breasts of a stranger pink path across a pale-green cornfield woken in a hotel room in Wiirzburg stained with the faintest pantie-smell of the daffodil she gave me in Munich to day through the skylight above your window - daydream believer -and the shared roselight of a caravan in Malvern.Woken in Rotterdamblood staining the morning skypoems drifting like gossamers from plane treesto the grey-brown suck of lighton a Thames houseboat.Woken in a heapat the foot of my own