Small
Last night I dreamt a dream
On a pleasant theme
For once it wasn't confusing
Like being trapped in a devils scheme
I dreamt of writing a poem
About a friend who I been knowin
For many years
Who's been there through tears and fears
And helped me
Through many changes of careers
If I said that his name was Marc Small
And that to capture him in words
Was an order that was tall
Would you know his like even at all?
Lost in love?
Just give him a call
Laugh at your own pain?
He too, will laugh at it all
The dark and the light
Doesn't frighten him
Or appal
Shit hits the fan?
He'll take you to the mall
He's one of the good ones
One of the best
Whether north, south, east or west
He ALWAYS
Wears his Sunday best
Even if it must
Be a string vest
If this draws a comparison to Auden
Then eat my dust, critic bitch
This be the shit we be hoardin
By Hypnos reminding me of all our inevitable passing
I came to realise the treasure we had been amassing
If in truth
There is no world other than this
Then for fucks sake
Music, dance and laughter
Are simply not to be missed
Povey 2014