A Lift from the Poet

pure fantasy

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I’ve fallen for him badly. I haven’t read his poetry yet, but I’m in. He’s a young Byron bantamweight in bomber jacket, stonewashed jeans and aviator shades. He’s the owner of a second hand Ford Cortina Ghia. I’m a gawky art student easily impressed. I think we may have met in the Iron Duke, I can’t remember. He tells me Ukraine is the real Rus and Moscovia the pretender. He’s a fan of the band ‘Soft Bastard…