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