LOST IN LEWIS’S
(Composed c.1978; no known manuscript; reconstructed from memory by Editor. Regrettably I have been unable to remember the beginning of this poem.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
For I rose up on the up escalator
And oh my sweet darling descended the down.
Should escalators now separate us
As well as the fight of the previous night?
I charged and barged with “Excuse me, excuse me”
To follow my darling, but saw I should fail.
I last saw my love in the Lewis’s shoppers,
I saw her go out of the Market Street door
And into the crowds on the Market Street pavement
And I never saw my sweet lover no more.
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