One evening coming back across the Fitzroy Gardens
I saw a window lit high up a deco flat
And it came rushing, memories, all of that
Film fest posters, LPs, the three bar
Radiator, books piled up sartre, kerouac
Mr Thelonious blowing from the hmv
Rough red, curled smoke of Soubranies
her black stockings on a chair back
Man, how sweet it is. Only trouble being
This is decades gone. I’m born ’73
There’s clearly been some mix up in Recall Central
If this happens to be your sweet reverie
Of years of wine and kissing, get it back
By sending SSAE c/- whatever this is in
This happens all the time apparently.
Explains why mine are hmmm well ysee
Guy Rundle is a Melbourne writer.