Some people say it was ok for it to happen then.
You died to me when I old enough to know better.
to the back of a blue panel-van.
I would with lie with legions
illuminated by the
orange road lights
of Leeds inner ring-road.
On a bed
of carpet tacks and Gripper rods,
inhaling linoleum adhesive,
led to lucid dreams
about some magnificent megapolis
and a life
far away from
domestic violence of the 1970s.