5  A rough old time, this side of Hardy Country


Beneath and beyond any advertisement
The active ache of nostalgia
Slight toothache

OK, marketed, stuff of adverts
But what was lost haunts, hurts
And what wasn't in fact, more

What we never even got, stuff
Got rid of years ago, can't ever
Be got right

Old screen memories, torn adverts seen
In old buses, escaping through obsolescence
Commodity's servitude

For the pure poetry of real stuff
But not anything but: Water   Water
Quality of voice

Quality of loss
There are other limits
Other pleasures

Dream on them
And desire
Anything not present