Less than one hour of sleep. I'd stayed up late
To watch the late night movie on Film Four
A film which was called Nico, 88
From 2017, a premiere
Because I knew I'd just lie there and stare
If I wasted time on an early night
The image of Helen a blinding glare
A perfect scene, a perfect summer sight
Not intended for me, I had no right
But I went nearer, spoke to her, with great
Difficulty, then retreated, a poor
Loser as always, no fight, always flight
But that's my place. My other place it waits
Not long to go now until Edinburgh
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