Price
of Love
Buried in nuts and bolts stored
Chock a bloc in Town Club crates
High on
Dim garage shelves
Hidden within tins of mink
Oil and saddle soap stowed
In the low landing crawl
Rolled tubed with black and white
Glossy prints of Brylcreemed Masons
Rounding white linen twelve tops
Hoisting gunmetal well drinks
Pocketed in Roebuck work pants
Sagging on a chair back
Soft music of your belt buckle
Knuckle of keys at midnight
Crept into my childhood dreams
The price of love
Written in a blocky hand
I yearned to feel cool
On my fevered brow.
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